Lyrics:
damn like we on a track
Hit em with the fat joe damn I leaned back
The hottest in my city youngboul taking flight
Fuck a 9 to 5 bitch I need a mic
I’m
But you nowhere near it
You can talk a lotta shit, but
We ain't tryin to hear it, nO!
Ya boy Joe back on it, I'm back at it
The same shit that scared
these days about self-reliance?
Is it just me or are people becoming more and more ludicrous?
Somebody please find Ja Rule so I can make sense of all
about self-reliance?
Is it just me or are people becoming more and more ludicrous?
Somebody please find Ja Rule so I can make sense of all this
green in my bag
So I'll chill out and
Roll a cigarillo instead
I been waitin' for a minute
Feelin' as though I been comin' with it
Ever since
Psst hey can I ask a question?
Do I look fat to you?
By the way if you say yes
I'll fucking kill you
Yeah I splurge I might eat too much McDonald's
"This ain't a blast from the past, it's a boomer from the future" - E.
Sermon
"Ya best to get your groove on, or get moved on" - Fat Joe
And ya
the fiend up in NY that can't be stiffed
Fucking with my dawgs only get
You rained through quick
So much ice in my jewels
I can be from Bedrock
And I smoke
they profit more
Save yourself today in tearing down the design that they built with our hands
Struggle by to feed your kids while theirs grow fat
raisin' the stakes
Mom I made you a promise, it's no more section 8
When we ate its the steaks, now our section is great
Cause that's the level I'm at,
mixed with GI Joe
The outcome is Mask with the storyline to go
Led by Matt Tracker, trust he's got a plan
With the Mobile Armored Strike Kommand
VENOM in
express how I feel
If I ain't rich by twenty-six, I'll be dead or in jail
Comin up I heard sippin to much booze'll leave you confused
And if you watch
Brodie spend all of his cash on clothes, I guess he live for likes
I got so much goin' on, if I do it right, I'm lit for life
Pull up foreign, everybody
This is the true story about mackin'
Check it
Times are changin' (Talk about it)
More so each year
But the Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp is here
(yeah)
inna electrician and
Start tazing family we put holes in skins
Them man are some grazing family
I drop so much shit
Them man are still straining family
the same form
I drop heavy in spots you scared to put your weight
There's only so much ice you can skate on
Shit cats right for you, you say wrong
No time
a Bored Ape NFT
They say if you fucking with these, then you a VIP
Back in the 80s, fucking apes gave us HIV
How much more viral can you viably be?
felt like a brick
Don't believe a year has gone by what keeps coming
And now we're talking
And now we're talking now
Don't try to say much more, I'm
hurt no one in so long
They wanna off me
But I got so much money, if I react, they'll say I'm so wrong
(You loved me when I was bummy, now I got
Og bong killa i ain't got much to say
Blue sky red eyes blunt ash in my tray
Billy rippin all day ran out sus a blaze
Stay stoney two devils my
wa cry
Ne never miss yuh cocky
Till mi pussy run dry
Me woulda prefer sell a fuck
More than sell a sam five
Ano biting insect
No a never sand fly
So
laid low, called Big Pun and Fat Joe
Them niggaz my click, we three amigos -- they said
that they knew the cat, exactly where he live at
And when I
More wings than clutches
Cease roll the hash
It's in the pocket with the nine
Lick off the wine as my seats recline
I want a presidential Rollie
So I
the remix
I go by the name of Sacario
[Fat Joe] Yeah!
[Sacario] Angela, Joey Crack
[Fat Joe] Pick the music up man
[Angie M] Let's do it
[Sacario] We 'gon
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