Lyrics:
a pocket fulla stones was no future in ur frontin
Influenced by that Rick Ross everyday I'm hustling
You can hear it in my stomach its soul food that goodie
They say nice guys finish last
Cause your girl, finished first, huh
I'm the fucking worst, I left that kitty, in a Hearst
Now, she's falling in love,
Really? Why you mad
Oh, you wanna fuck with a nigga like me
Grew up in the Bay and I was raised by some p's
Took her to the strip, that's E-14
All they warnings fell on deaf ears now I’m here
Exactly where I said I would be last year
Isn’t success measured by the bread that coming in
I don’t
a nigga right in half like a rhubarb
Its gettin cooler at night, fading sunlight
And im about to take a life like a gunfight
All i need is 1 Mic, when
grand rapids
noah kind of motion, ocean bloodbaths are graphic- tearing up the city streets, maneuver through the traffic
the gospel will be preached
that scrapping your
Brain I'm attacking
Just loced out sipping codeine
$UICIDEBOY$, bitch, trick or treat
"Crowds have been gathering around Washington
ain't iced out
Lights on, lights off, I shine like a lighthouse
My shit is platinum, these assholes wearin' white gold
See I'm too smart in these cars,
notice the change in the weather
News say it's rain in the forecast but yet it's sunny outside
Hop in the Grand and let's ride I'm swinging wide to west
cash in a cup
Had a couple dollars and It's lavish enough
Now by the week, three grand every month
But the pay check aint let satisfaction to come
keep it a stack
I was raised in Grand Rapids, my pops was inactive, my mama was forced to adapt
She held it down, that's nothin' new, I'm black in
Aight, cool
You know the rules
Linen an jewels
But you can catch me in a Lex side lined by the pool
The Mobb kind wit' no care for the vice
My crew
me how to play the piano and then
Every summer I was out in south ben
Grandpops a bartender at a country club
Me and my cousins from grand rapid
swammy in this bitch
I bought da swammy in this bitch
I'm going swimming in this bitch I bought
Swimming in this bitch I bought
Swimming in this bitch
I'm
of my tricks these lyrics spit out the top of my lip sound like magic, these thoughts are shots a little bit like tomahawks rapid while Im rappin,
I'm
with everyone else
Now hold the door
Open for me before we get in the car
Speaking of car
I need that 50 grand by tomorrow
Look, I can mow the front yard
your secrets into tricks
While your intellect sucked the dictionaries
Of arrogance. When in motion
Your potential observes closely for any misstep
The axe became the omen, arterial cut flowing
(Hah)
I could see 'em flowing, rapid eye motion
I can't go in to scream
About the casket lid closing
Choking
me how to play the piano and then
Every summer I was out in south ben
Grandpops a bartender at a country club
Me and my cousins from grand rapid
Geah
Jig a geah
Nigga, geah
Check, geah
Nigga, geah
Uh, c'mon...
I'm sittin' here trippin', mind playin' tricks
Tryin' to make it hot while rubbin
Cashin' in these checks, that are less than fifty cents
Dammit I might just regret where and how this business went
But I'm rapping so tight, Shaq
Yo, yo, yo, check this out, man
1 for you, 2 for me
3 for you, 15 for me
20 for you, now check it out
Yo, I just won 10 grand in the Galactic
for the buyers
10 days in and I’m still not tired
2 phones and they flip I'ma build an empire
Verse 1:
I was really serving netics
My grand pops
of my union friends
Soon as they seen the Benz, hatin' season was in
Hell 'cause they figured me for not understandin' they reason bein'
Heh, but I'm
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