Lyrics:
the fam
Ain’t no giving up you know that ain’t who I am
Who I am am
Dedicated
Try to look alive when I celebrate it
Spent most of my life only hesitating
bitch this gas diesel
Bulletproof vest in club feel like 50 cent
Play an Gio tripping out the window with a 50 clip
DJ got some motion on the floor he
and I find a gold mine
Should I die and take my own life?
Or should I wait around like the rest of you?
That feels like a slow ride
Who is the man? (Uh)
you ain't nothin but a pup
Shit feel different when you get it out the mud
And fuck ya two cents I dont give two fucks
Aye
But I ain't never lettin up
broken head"
"Case is closed, you'll get compensated, LZ,
For the damage caused by Kmart, 7 million USD"
Goin' stupid on 'em
Goin' stupid on 'em
Self-Made
just come and get it
Really tryna catch a hat today
But I don't fuck with 50
And I will not put it in my songs if I don't live
You spend over 10 for
press and you know I never stress
With Loki DMS, J-Johnny to my left
Got Phantom and the rest who are down to rep the West
I grew up on drive-bys
press and you know I never stress
With Loki DMS, J-Johnny to my left
Got Phantom and the rest who are down to rep the West
I grew up on drive-bys
Lighter Days
Verse l
Ladies and gentleman
Ladies and gentleman
Please show some gentleness
By donating a couple cents
I’ve been seeking for
the times he don't wanna talk
I don't want your two cents, you better keep it with your thoughts
Brody in a new jail, I need the key for all the locks
For
just shut the fuck up and pass me a donut
Yeah, what's happening?
Hey what's up Dre?
Ayo Doc, what's happenin' man, you hook that shit up with 5-0?
I
To pap pap at niggas who yap yap
Yup yup! and I rep that 17 hard, you know
'til a nigga ain't nothing but tomb quotes
Raw Tune, who you know go harder than
We making sure we don't allure
Possibly weapons on every corner so rep yo hood
It's where them boys surround thugs who fumble
'Memba I wanted
50, a chest on my vest and a bulletproof car
They know that I'm ready to rock, can't keep me locked in a box
Break out, I'm picking the locks, y'all
her for Adidas and she bought me Zips!
I said, "Mom, what are you doing, you're ruining my rep"
She said, "You're only sixteen, you don't have a rep
shine[01:49.20]Rep my crew cab till I die[01:51.00]Who wouldn't do it different if you could rewind[01:53.79]But you can't, so[01:54.71]Got you feelin' like
and can't hold jobs
I look like I'm wearing a ghillie suit when I'm not
Roll out ghost of Camu on the pegs
Might pedal by the police
Tuff with two F's
the first to tell you that you lookin' at a superstar
My microphone and AK-47, that's my new guitar
I don't belong to you and I don't care who you are
Yeah,
Oooooh-oooooh
Playa haters, wanna know who you are
When you coming down, like a superstar
If you really wanna know, who it be
It's Fat Pat,
the world go round and round
Henny, bud on our dome like pound for pound
Peep the grimist
We high profile locist
Thugged out 41st side smokers
Now who you
cheesesteaks
On the menu
Projects' right across from the venue
After the show, I went outside and mingled
I'm feelin' safe with the homie
Named God who's great
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks and the drugs
It's the T.I.P,
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks and the drugs
It's the T.I.P,
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks and the drugs
It's the T.I.P,
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