Lyrics:
in the ozone
Dropping these tabs like it's no joke
I got the Za, I got the mojo
Drugs in my bag, we goin loco
She loves the vibes,
She go with
pounds witha fist that will bust lips
Some killaz on my side, if I tell 'em they gon' get
A fiend wiolatin' the business, I ain't wit'
And now in 2000
me I ain't Solo
You demons so so watch me go pro
Go pro, hit record my soul, float tho
Don't go in the morgue i go mojo-jojo
With the boys michael
A lot of people might laugh at this
But fuck, 'em they don't know the half of it
Ain't no sunshine when you're low, I'm low
People tell me life's a game
company, don't tell your friends you fuckin' me
Harassin' all my bitches, tryna make 'em feel uncomfortably
You bring up what I did but you can't bring up
K-Mac
Ballin' like a bitch (bitch)
You can't tell me nothin' 'cause I'm ballin' like a bitch (uh, uh, uh, uh-huh)
Filthy ass rich (rich)
now
Fuck Soulja Boy
Dog I heard that shit at Ice T's house
My Gucci bring them Mice's out
Like Gucci I'm so Icy now
I tat my hood all on my arm
Don't
winter
All snowing man snowing or not
The opps get rode on then they get
Pissed off cah they're not rolling
Shh got shh by broski and I
Swear shh got got
AMR Beats what we got?
All you G
Yeah, ties close, I whittled 'em down
Stick it to 'em by sticking around
The gang all on Iwo Jima
Got one
one shot to love you all night long
Yessir, Robin Thicke
So you sayin' you ain't from 'round here
I can tell by your accent, dear
You got
And ain't no turning back, I got my mind made, nigga (For real)
I chase niggas, eliminate niggas (Ayy)
Tell 'em Meek, that lemon squeeze ain't for lemonade,
brains
'Cause I'm hurtin bad but I'm fightin... blast, on the other day
These problems got me usin more drugs, along with the other things
I'm slowly
play the game, till a man curl over
Mighty mint the king and the soulja
Break your block when I'm in the bulldozer
My boys close and my fam real closer
I
roll by
Ya I got my middle fingers up
Tell me what I look like
Tell me do I really give a fuck
I can feel it deep inside my body
Deep inside my
homie
I'mma hustle hard, do it all day
Try to tell 'em though, I can't be Kanye
I'mma soldier on deck if you want me
Got the truth in depth if you call me
a brand new house with my platinum mouth
Got 500 chicken and I'm fronting em' out
Got 5 bad bitches till' I turned em' out
Got 5 new cars till' I burnt em
Niggaz got a problem
Tell'em come get me
The git it boys hurr
And you know
We from that three fourteen
[Chorus:]
See some cats don't understand
ain't playing neva fold
Bitch I'm headed for the door (Ooh)
Leave me by my lone
I ain't fucking with them folk
Got em ducking all the smoke
When I get
tell me
Leave the streets alone
But they see I just won't listen
They say "just let him go"
They got me at running back and
Now I'm runnin' 'em back
grandmother, my main girl
I love you much more than the scandalous world
As a young boy you gave me whoopings to save my life
Cursed me out, to keep me out
get tricky 'round us
If they want the smoke, then tell
'em that we keep the fire, Bruh
They told me that the
Revolution won't be televised ('Vised)
I
Somebody call the fucking Grammys tell em’ rapping is back
They saying Michael oh how dare you drop that shit back to back
I’ll be the greatest of my era
what I wanna be (10 Hoe!)
I wanna be a fuckin trillionaire! (10 Hoe)
I got them bricks for the high, and the purp by the pound
I'm posted
know some of these niggas not my friends and that back door won't get me
If they come, won't get in, I take my mask off
I'm like Soulja Boy, I shoot em
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