Lyrics:
I'm popping these tags
Only thing on my mind is the bag
Pretty lil B**** tryna ask who I am
Too focused on rapping, I know you want love
Can't give what
here?
Chip's gonna run out of bars, not even next year
Why is it they wanna see you fall when you get there?
Get where? Get here, money or they get
to understand me by adding to the mill,
But it seems I don't exist, and I eat a funny cake!
There's nothing to this legend, where were you when it began?
proceeded
Hype and curious about what he needed
Greeted by pounds and hugs major love
Next came the pitch on how we supposed to sign up
"Get under the wing"
P. Diddy]
Come on, a come on now
[Loon]
This is what they want to hear right here
[P. Diddy]
Come on, a come on now
[Loon]
This is what they want
keep asking is, "Who's a john?"
"What does she fulfill that I don't?" She said
The case isn't closed when it's open legs
Every single word kept me up
[ABK]
How ya doin'? It's me again!
Underneath the concrete
Sewage of the underworld, where the fuckin' dead sleep
Creepin' and crawlin' with
Mafia (Brr)
Love live life, forever our mood
Told Con these niggas shark food (Ah)
Three bricks on the backseat
Ridin' four deep, that's a carpool
Contradiction is the word which best suits this life
A life of right and wrong, where wrong is twisted into right (Romans 1:18)
The heart is
all livin
Henny sippin
Feelin like john lennon
I made money
Life gave me lemons
Stand up
Go hard
Get da bag
Goyard
Dont worry where da hoes are
My
with a rig
I could act a porno out or punch the back of a kid
Or a kid in the back
Yo bitch is a nag
I got this bitch in a bag
Waterboard your mom with
quite simple
Don't get swindled
Oh what's yours is mine
But tenfold
Its pen to the pad
Or a bullet up your ass
Don't get told
What to do
By a gun
never thought of my thoughts as anything
So I dropped outta school cuz I knew that I can
Worried for me I ain't follow they dreams
Saying Edrees where
don't get burned tryna fuck with a slut
Even if that bitch is allergic to latex I still wear a condom, I don't give a fuck
Now, fuck your momma, fuck
They tell me I'm nice I tell them I'm the shit
Vibe all the way on high Till the day that I dip
All I do is make moves Already paid dues
Catch me
the high
where do u go when the people u love look at u w a hatred so deep in the eye
they want u addicted and living wit nothin but enough to leave ya
in a gang
28,27,26 mothafucker wtf are you in
God damn are you stupid
Nigga fell in love with the game like the arrow got shot by cupid
His a project
overslept
I'ma get the cream by any means
I put that on the set
Niggas seeing where I'm at and
They want my position
This is why you never catch
Me lacking
a legend like Krept or Kon, rap game is a test afi make this dough
Like please tell me where the P’s are, need to catch up on cheese, margarita
You’re
you were""a legend""
You thought it was funny, you started pretending
Like you was a cool cat, but you've always been
You never knew that till you heard
tunnel
Ghetto art depictin' thugs
You know the drugs they juggle
From where haters were disguisin'
Tryna front they love you
Look you eye to eye
Then they
throw the lane Kyrie Irving watch a young nigga (ball)
All these haters by the 85 Celtic vs. the Lakers watch a young nigga (ball, ball, ball)
Jumping off
I'll snap, go photo booth, then aim at chu
Hmmm, I'll aim & shoot
(Verse 2)
I go by Professor Chuck; style is like Baroque
Brush strokes in paint left
And they stall when they see you run
Afraid of what you will become
Bum shit, hoe pricks
This is Woodstock
I'm Hip-Hop Hendrix
The power of love you
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