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All i want is the money stacked to the ceiling dog
I mean so tall that a nigga can't even see it
And they be like LD man you as real as they say
the basement
I was in the basement
It ain't even make sense
But all I know is that the sky is blue
And I don't give a fuck bout what you say or do
Just be you
I'm getting money right
Might joke around but in my town I'm not the funny type
Might book a flight that goes all night that's how I'm feeling
Yeah
Better keep my mouth closed so they can't see the shinin
They think it was Z-Ro cause all they seen was diamonds
I'm cold as a deep freeze with bags
a thang for pretty tall women
Naw I'm just playin, I really got a thang for all woman
And I hear'em sayin thats just the Dawg in me
But a'int no flexin I'm
really tryna tangle
I'm chillin wid a suttin that requests a lickle strangle
I pick her by the ankle flick her triangle
Jiggley bangles thingy was
at my head it really was a bad joke
How you do all that when ya fam is all broke
Oh no got records with OH NO
Vic really got this shit in a chokehold
her a pill of X, and drank on some orange juice
And just when you thought she was freaking, she done got super loose
Niggas come in by threes
popped her a pill of X, and drank on some orange juice
And just when you thought she was freaking, she done got super loose
Niggas come in by threes
to show
im ready
to stand up tall
to rise above it all
ooh baby im ready (x2)
yes im ready babe
im ready babe
said im ready for you
im ready
many, many fall
Ten thousand enemies, but I still stand tall
My life shines bright like the sun
You can never count me out, I'm coming with a plan
Yeah,
still after me, brrt, brrt, brrt
See, I was payin' homage to Hov, I could never diss JAY-Z
Y'all know me better than that, I got real street beefs
reaching for a lover but she don’t know me at all
I talk to strangers, they like you aint shit unless your bread tall
But i don’t speak the language that
reaching for a lover but she don’t know me at all
I talk to strangers, they like you aint shit unless your bread tall
But i don’t speak the language that
Where faces lie all filled with vain
And minds get driven by worn out trains
Through broken dreams of satisfaction
With nothing else and no
spots all over the city"
And everybody cheered "There a party over here!"
Trying to get our attention, but really need I mention
That my mind was set
I'm getting hate by some fiends due to these designer jeans
I kept my head up when they wanted me beneath
Yeah where was y'all when I couldn't pay for
Malcolm X, we kill by any means (kill by any means)
Young GunnWunna stay fresh, fresh like Listerine (fresh)
I'm givin' her back to the streets, I got
There's a lot of strange men
In cell block ten
But the strangest of em' all
Was a friend of mine who spent his time
Staring at the wall
In his hand
Just know man this not a diss track
Get the bread, no y'all can't get that
Hear em talking, time to clap back
Time to go in, time to attack
Ain't no
about that
Its about us bending like vocals on ill tracks
Classic, like a novel by Stephen King
Always resting by the revel where a social reign
Sex,
of minutes on bail was out walking.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the time for your
a slingshot on Mars
But I'm here by the road, bound to the load
I picked up in ten thousand cafes and bars
Alone with the rush of the drivers who won't
Or eat up
My own glory for the sake of adding degrees to their death?
Ha
Nine
Nein!
That is
NO
For thoughts do proceed and flow
Ten
In the beginning was
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