Lyrics:
my glass and shout shanghai
My drummer friend comes shooting by
He said Errol Flynn will never die
Oh no! Who am I to question why?
And are you
snitch niggas
Guess he jealous 'cause I had his favorite bitch with us
Big bucks, steppin' outta big trucks
Steppin' on my feet, it'll get you fucked up
arresting
What?
Ain't a damn thing change now
Cause I been getting money
Who you know pulled up
Black cars drewed up
With the big-faced hundreds
Put
a reason
Still in a drought, I can freeze up my pinky
Can't let her go, she owe me a kid
I need support, can you ride my big?
Nah, I ain't gay, but, I
I got this wine on my mind
Feelin fine darlin
Now all you see baby
Ain't what you need baby
I want to know just how low
It goes
Official nasty
with us 'cause we ain't fucking with you
And we must be fucking with you
So much you must be goin' out your mind (yeah, Shady Records Mixtape)
(Come
I got this wine on my mind
feelin fine darlin
Now all you see baby
ain't what you need baby
I wanna know just how low
it goes
Official nasty
Out in Detroit, I need none’ but way better
I’m special, you better not lie to me
I’m ‘bout to rebound on a real
I’m in the street pound for a kill
I
I've got money on my mind ooh
I've gotta get that to them
Revenue is dreamin' and you know I'm never losing
Got money on my mind, big bank is on my
it again
You better duck down the alley way
Looking' for a new friend
The man in the coon-skin cap
In the big pen
Wants eleven dollar bills
You
it again
You better duck down the alley way
Looking' for a new friend
The man in the coon-skin cap
In the big pen
Wants eleven dollar bills
You
with us 'cause we ain't fucking with you
And we must be fucking with you
So much you must be goin' out your mind (yeah, Shady Records Mixtape)
(Come
lane I don't got the time left
Watch face is broken
I got my mind swept
So I could focus on better things
Manifesting my blessings the finer things
I'm
And the little wheel run by the Grace of God
In the wheel, in the wheel
Way up in the middle of the air
Better mind, my sister, how you walk on the cross
Way
're still alive, you're lookin' like a saint"
Down the hallway footsteps were comin' for the Jack of Hearts
The backstage manager was pacing all around by
Incredible, forgettable, better blast, past, to move the mind
Many men were eradicated by music minds
Open ya eyes and take ya time to visualize
And once ya
the losers
Mad buddha abuser but they don't know about
Your stress-filled day
Baby on the way, mad bills to pay
That's why you drink Tanqueray
So you can
the fuck you at? (Tical)
Let me hear you pigeons run ya mouth now (shut the fuck up)
I'm pluggin' in them social skills that keep my total bills
Over
life)
Mesmerized by the big lights in the sky
Took a turn down the wrong road (turn down the wrong road)
It's funny that you don't sleep right, home
hard
That's even tho' yo' CEO talk shit, get slapped hard
The backyard is where we get our scrap on
The black car drive by, then you get capped
by!
Had no cause to complain,
Life was as sweet as apple pie,
Never noticed the rain
Till you came by!
But now, whenever you're away,
Can't
straight up out the Rikers like
I never spent a day
And the money like pussy, it's
Better when you chase, lord
Gotta chase that money (yeah)
Gotta chase
was.
We who could laugh over big things
Were parted by only a slight thing.
I wonder if we did the right thing,
Oh, well, that's life, I guess,
I
was.
We who could laugh over big things
Were parted by only a slight thing.
I wonder if we did the right thing,
Oh, well, that's life, I guess,
I
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