Lyrics:
so many ballers
Breeding wrong and in the deep end Half of what you're getting
Getting swiped that's a big dent Funny how the ladies wanna whip it in
couldn't take it
Up and left us almost fucking drove me crazy
How the hell am I supposed to raise these babies by myself
But hey I found a way to make it
his son lying in his own blood
On that block that we ran through
House we grew up in corner we would post on
Shot dead in front of niggaz we would be
of immortality
Now he ain't that tough six feet deep
Short rides on the glory train
Through dead end streets of no escape
Lyin' in the bed you made
wrong
Wit a pack of savage niggas that'll come an get ya outta ya jones
Damn them squares ain't safe
Got him for the briefcase
A big face
And I
y'all look like big fans
I stand on that business, by myself, I'm like a kickstand (huh)
I stand on that business like I'm workin' with a suit and tie
ever understand
No
Metal bars run through my head
Twisted in the hands of the working dead
They're gonna sound off sound off to the right
Live it
strapped in they house, got a dick, look like a dyke crib
Take three if it was pink, but I take two if it's a white pill
I can tell if that PT fake by
Makin plans to see ya soon when I know I'm dead wrong
Why oh why must I continue to be a hoe
When I got a fine yellow bow-legged bitch at the crizzo?
She
a nigga die?
Getting shot by my nine
Verse 1: Young Noble
Hey yo
Who want to fuck?
Who in the truck?
Who in a rush?
Who in the cuffs?
Nigga, who
veins
Filled with so much emptiness, I face
Every day with a new disgrace
I might just say the wrong phrase
Every fucking body in this world knows I’m
on my throne
This that big dick energy, no perfume, I need cologne
She done fucked nine dicks in one day
That pussy dead, okay, poor cat, poor cat
he came in fire and the smell of hell
and he only took the evil folk
That he'd snort and breathe the flesh of dead
and that you knew him by the smoke
He'd rather be dead than have to leave her
He needs her he looks up to his big bro
But he don't respect how he got rich though
You would think that he
LA, my life a movie
Aye big Bnb shit
We gon' fill 'em up with groupies
Niggas said they on my head, well, nigga
Shoot me
2022, I'm taking over, bitch,
nose not quite straight
Small fokken house on the wrong side of town, never ever up, mostly fokken down
No fancy labels, no nice swimming pool, no mom
you're standing, girl
I'm wearing brand new lebrons
And if you think that you're gettin a pull
Then you're dead wrong
Cuz I spent like all I had on this
shit is
Wack well then you're dead wrong
Cause for every emotion and every
Mood I have a song
For the club, for the streets
For the whip and for
came focused on where i'm headed
I couldn't let the pain linger so i had to dead it
Look at the history wrong people wit right credit
Evil only climbed
thought were dead and gone
I just graduated and it all felt wrong
I was still holding out hope i guess
That you would see me in my grad dress
Oh that week
the bigger man but that shit ain't my purpose
If loving you was wrong fk that shit I'm always right
Life is what you make it well I'm about to change my
on think I'm losing grip
How much matters when you're gone probably none of it
Unholy with these horns can't you see that I am him
The one you wish was dead
had
Man but fuck it, you walkin in the wrong path
You know the half
I put a whooping on a nigga's ass
Give me a minute, fuck a second
I lick a shot
If you ain't talkin money, I charge by the hour
cnd f*ck yo baby daddy, that boy is a coward
Started from the bottom but I'm up now
Say the wrong
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