Lyrics:
and rustle up free coke
There's not much else to say you see I see it every day
Little baby heartbreakers you'd love to love to hate
Unfortunately they come by
could say
(Keen is better than Darryl from Pontiac) no debate
This ain't hate
This lyrical melee
Surpassing ya paygrade
That's shitting on I8's
a favor
And record this well
Fuck 12!
They can choke themselves
You go to hell, you fucking bums!
Badge on ripping shots
Like its 2K Klay
Knocking you down
a minute
But by then its gon be too late
See I've never been selfish
Always been selfless
Down for some helping
When you're looking helpless
I just
heard by a select few
I hate when people glorify spending time in the system
A long rap sheet doesn't make you gangsta
It makes you a dumb ass criminal
tunes all dead it
No quality control, it's all perished
Real talk I might just reset it
Getting blocked by olders 'cause I won't bred it
667 I still
ain't in two thousand
Hustler, don't you hear my stomach growlin'?
Bitch, I'm 'bout it, I'm hungry
So I need them tender greens spillin' off my plate
Good You?
Done!
One minute
Hamburg Heaven
Hi
Mary
Say hello
I got another job
Where?
"Chic"
What's that?
A brand-new
to get them!
He's all about perfection and does shit that I hate!
Today he wrote me up and I was only five minutes late!
And then he threatened to take me
bump that bass
Wit that sanctafied sound produced by that playa Chase
Like Mase, 'I'm fittin, makin ya feel so good'
When I bump this gospel music in
to spite you good luck getting known
La uzodl' ibathu
La uzodl' ibathu
Ey I've been winnin' for a minute
Now the vision is so vivid
Sky is not the limit
hate it if you getting paid
And they not, now they plot to discontinue his reign
A king to a slave in just a matter of days
A million ways to die, was
bitch)
Yeah, the rich can relate (Ntw man)
Two minutes in the club, got his bitch on me (yeah)
AK in the trunk, yeah I feel like Tony (boom)
Only fuck
to puppets
our loves been fucked since
shoulda knew
you'd get the boot
after chillin
with the kid from school
i knew sumthin was up
the minute you didn't glue
know
Get dough don't trust a soul
Hold on to your morals and don't ever let em go
Most days I hate this place
I'm in a land filled with snakes
Form
Check, check mic check one, two
It's about that time
This the year we take shit off the internet
And settle it in the streets motherfucker
Jump
bitch yo nigga
you dream about
Got the title the car with the keys to your house
Cuase I neva let em know
Revenue's rollin in by the minute
Playboy's
takes me
Things gettin' shaky, can't let it break me
A lot love us, some hate me
Some friends snake me
Sometimes the shit just make me
want to grab
bitch yo nigga
you dream about
Got the title the car with the keys to your house
Cuase I neva let em know
Revenue's rollin in by the minute
Playboy's
takes me
Things gettin' shaky, can't let it break me
A lot love us, some hate me
Some friends snake me
Sometimes the shit just make me
Wanna grab the tote
minutes alone I'm already on the bone
Plus I love the fact you got a mind of your own
So you can sit by the throne
She looked good in the winter,
the same man there ain't nothing new
They still hate to change and come down to you but
What if you could gaze and just see
The last 5 minutes before he
different from them other dudes
I've tried so hard to hold on with you
Yep by a minute I played a fool
I even let you sleep by with a lie or two
See I was
Verse 1:
Carrbian I, classy down, headed for a while, beat this bitch by a mile
Cowboy bow push powder through the nile
New legs have green gator
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