Lyrics:
If you looked into my eyes, you see my pupils bright
Saggy bags, underneath, from his pain in the sky
Hell yea he Paid the price, fucked round got
I'm so changed by that blood stained bannaer
He sacrificed His life yea my God He paid the ransom
I'm seeing these elders still in it with they hands up
baby I got what you need
But nothing that you can keep
Just took an addy I'm geeked
My pockets get deeper than deep
Chest rig on my plexus Alyx
That's
Baggin and chasing money ain’t been home in weeks
Ain’t a day that go by that I don’t get paid
Pack smelling musty loud I told it to zip it
Lil
you got we all made ten thousand by the morning
What you got we all got bag we keep on scoring
Got up off our ass only commas that we sporting
First
'Cause I ain't really got that much to say
I'm a slave to the trade I'm paid to rhyme,
I don't wear a watch and I don't keep time
I live my life just
nigga with guts got to get past
Nigga need skills just to play up in dis game
For the fortune and fame nigga tryin to make a name
So peace
Swift McVay
None of y'all niggas got shit to say
Rhymes keep comin' off like a toupee
Plus I'm big headed, runnin' things my way
A selfish man,
on kief, don't think I keep a llama
If Reese say he spot him, he got him
We do not care who you with, you get beat by your mama
That gutter, it come with
out my headspace
Run this shit, I'm starting to by my whips now for the leg space
(Got this shit up out the) yeah, Baby
Got this shit up out
fell in love at first sight
Do this shit all of the time
Respect me I paid all the fines
I thought that you'd die by my side
But you left me out there
Got a lotta new flames, still need 'em blue
Three hundred fifty thou', times that by two
New Dawn, no roof, I still see the sky
Peace to my
Why do I come and talk to you
Because I enjoy it
I like the sound of my own voice
I'm interested in what I'm talking about
And I get paid for it
I got you now
Shawty you my stank
And you sold gas you got it by the pound
Tell me how it sounds tell me what you think
Lemme fuck you in all those
The wall ain't never gonna stop us.
Motherfuckers try to drop us,
we're getting back up,
we got our stacks up
Uncle sam just wants a raise
Because they know
the ugly
Remember back in '02
When I was in school and actin' a fool
My soul got saved
My debt had been paid
But still I kept running off with my crew
Sex
an arm and a leg, so
I guess I might have to pass on a press release
Imma just focus on the music, let the rest be
All of these blogs gonna get paid a lot
god got a timing
Coppin these cars theyion even got mileage
Fuckin bad broads then I dip bitches spineless
Paid a couple racks for the car to be
life's just a stopwatch
I whipped the black truck before we crashed the plane
Got rid of some snakes, but I ain't Sam Jack
Take me a sip, but I ain't got
bitch we running from Jakes
I put that pump to your face
Braking the fences
And jumping the gates
Nigga we did it all just to get paid
My nigga got jammed
Fawcett
I'm just tryna make better music
Get this money, share the profits
Now this class getting led by students
Smoke some weed, get head while I do
the devil on my shoulder in a minute
Went to college whole hood just got a dub I had to finish
Wasn't winning wasn't losing just was fighting we was in it
If
Young rebel minds, riding easy
Gold candid times and no worries
It's been a while
Since i've seen you
I was passin' by, just passin' by
It's been a while
at least he plans shit
You just live day by day, fight your way through the man pit
The fuck I'm 'sposed to say to something like this? I never wrote like
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