Lyrics:
around and squeal (might rat)
I'm coming by myself
Right in where you live (ya crib)
Im runnin right down why you with your kids
(fuck it) you gotta go
whacked po’po’ coming through shit we don’t know jack boys 13 years old serving that crack 16 years old pushing that lac 19 years old got off track now they
and I'm all so fly
Hoes bop when I pass by 'cause they know I'm a fly guy
Show my grill and your stuck still she a han cap(handicap) and I'm a fuck her
job, mo' money mo' prob in this dirty game
This industry fucked up
That's right I said it, and it's fake as ever
Keep real niggas around me, stay
tightened my bike chain from 7 to 13
Taught me to drive when I was a wild thing
Reached and he prayed while I made some mistakes
That I wouldn't have made if
THE PLUG WOULD YOU SET ME FREE
MY LIFE SUCKS IT'S NOT THE ONE I SEE ON MTV, YEAH
I grew up, Dawn got knocked up, MTV got huge
By the time it was my turn
Francs
Missed planes, tryin get change
Swiss rolls by the shipload
Six O's, like the Crip gang
Switch hoes by the zip code
Fist glow like a fish tank
shit PG-13?"
In the road by myself, nobody close to the kid, I'm like a soda, I'm exploding when you open the lid
You wanna beef? This is close as it
Who's in the mix and who's not
You can tell by the way a fool talks and walks
Around the clock, it's never to late to clock
The longer you stay
brake know what I'm sayin?
Word up, reality, word up
Yo
Verse 2:
Risen by grief she live in a plot wid a knot
Been in the block wid ten crisp Gs in her
that nigga
He's a diligent boy (with my speedometer)
Ronaldo de Lima
Na 13 leg over she count
100 niggas Dey her queue
As if I know I bounce
Mama cryin', can't survive
She lost her mind, she's stressin' out
She needs to pay bills
Son took her money, daughter hungry
Bought the shit,
showtime - gimme
I spit poison like a black snake bit me
Guns up in the E-Class, D's can't get me
My foot is a 13, 12's don't fit me
My heart is cold
It was 15 beers ago
I was sitting at a show.
It was 15 beers ago
I was with you.
Now my money is all gone
And I'm thinking of a song,
That
Black gloveses, leathers and glass lovers
Introduce these leaders, wanna take money
These dick beaters, and strangle something up, go get Jesus
[Chorus:
back then saying what up, yeah (Skrrt-skrrt)
Used to hate the money rap it's so ignorant
But back then I didn't think that I'd be paying Manhattan rent
On the dresser where, cats sit and stare she hangs her jewelry,
Underneath the floor there's a secret door where she hides her money, she don't need
mad at you
And everybody changes but you morphed into a different dude
We met when I was a kid at 12 or 13
And I was immediately hypnotized by the way
On the counter
By butter rolls like some buns
On dem thighs mm
Beat it in the pillow
Now face straight down girl
Let me lick like lollipop
My tongue stick
te
Faire un truc on a des pensés d'attardés
Trop de blablabla mais 13 blo ça
C'est mon équipe mon frère
Comme blablacar pour un drive-by appelle
Mon
and unless you’re being like
A fucking marine biologist
Or something very specific, a lawyer
Niggas be going there wasting fucking money
Wasting time fucking
cause it’s poor how I’m living
For the money, for the lizzy, for the skwilla, for the schilling
Why am I sinning?
Inhaling weed smoke and
Chasing these
again
I'm on the E13
With a couple of shots to lick
See feds put the belt buckle across me, quick
Two man up but don't tense
I came out in 2-3, I've been
is gone, yesterdays dead[00:42.78]You and me, living in harmony[00:48.22]Be here now and stay[00:54.02]To and fro swiftly do our lives go[00:59.13
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