Lyrics:
want a piece, some want the pie
Some niggas wanna skeet, me I want a lot
I'm the same cat, crossed over by my change black
If you real, won't you go
cooker
Hard-boiled, like an egg, mad that they over-looked ya
Damn, shit never go right for a nigga like me
All my plots and schemes pretty much shattered
to this shit and quit my 9 to 5
Real talk man L Tido Glitz Gang
We grind hard all day every day ya dig
No matter what they say
I'ma grind hard
I'ma grind
a grand
Gold on my neck, my pistols close at hand
I'm a self-made monster of the city streets
Remotely controlled by hard hip-hop beats
But just living in
Drrt, bop bop, bop, bop
Uh, what? Yeah
A-A-Astro got it runnin' uh
I'm a boss, I ain't trippin' if I take a L
Ksubi jeans on my ass, BB simon my
It's one hundred
SUC, this how we do it mayn the Take Over
It's one hundred
Me and my niggas we gon keep it one hundred
Riding around in big Benz,
got?
1, 2, 3?
I'm counting up
4, 5, 6?
Is that all you got?
Oh, wow, please
It's thanks to your hommies and your ambitious friendsemies
Living dumb in
D-F-Dub, touch down at the L-A-X
Baggage claim, I got the bitches
They're at my express one was on something
She don't even give a fuck
Bitch damn-near
D. Mac on Scotty G keep my hairline tight
Roll a backwood over a dutch, the shop is exit ten of the hutch
I spit this verse for unique two, five
Shot at you some years back, you played, bitch, it's over with
Twenty raw, VVSs, crack a smile, Aquafina
Sit back, I'm sippin' Keke Palmer, purple turn
Check it, in '93 they gotta raise out the hood
Or feel a million .380s blazin' like firewood
Once upon a time on the M.L.K.-strip
Five-o started
The C.O.L.O.N.Y. east coast and the west coast fuse together this shit
ain't dope it's a musical treasure never come and test a, dope MC like
Brown
oh boy
Gimme beat to make the babes drop yansh
So we can shaku zanku all over the track oh boy
Ever felt like you're in a low budget Nollywood flick
takeoff take ya panties and ya
Bra off wit the lace off bend it over so I can beat ya fuckin breaks off bout 5 you know we goin in had a flight by 7
Onlyfans
I don't know who to cuff
So I decided to stay myself to keep my peace
Nowadays they grabbing the peace to get some peace
Need more L O V E then R I
was a pick me
Till I realized she just match my fly brown sugar Sidney
Fogging the windows in car washes by 7 eleven
Elevate her drop her on top to 7th
I got all my double C's all up in Chanel
Big body, trying to get the thing to parallel
Louis V, only time the boy take the L
Heavy on a scale
Dope
soul,
Whether 9 to 5 grind,
Or haters talkin' 'bout me online,
That's why I be working most of the time,
That's prolly why I hate when I waste a moment
you fuckin' with the opps then
You be comin' up, can't be playin' both sides
Only real ones by my side
If I call them they gon' slide
Can't afford
sport, i didn't pout or whine
Took my L's, for every bout of mine
Always rose to my feet by the count of nine
What it was?
Blue hats, orange stars
Hoops,
Don't wait til the battles over shout now
Getting ready for a praise break countdown
Two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight
Anyone one can shout
But
Urchin in the government eyes
Perfect in my mom shit
Admonishing my cough
Acknowledge it but quittings in the opposite of cards dealed
In 5
that new major
F-U-N-K V-O-L-U-M-E spells danger
To all you pussy footing rappers come and hear me out
FV is that clique (clique)
Something like
[Talking]
2001, we bout to show ya'll how we do it
Once again, this Rasheeda, and I'm introducin'
The one, and the only
[Slim]
S-L
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