Lyrics:
Here ye here ye
Let's toast
Let's celebrate life, let's celebrate wealth
and bypass plight, for the night
Drinks up
DJ Omega
Back like I
suspension
And you just stuck the key up in the ignition
And gave me enough gas to flood my engine (yeah)
Psychopath, Michael's Jack's blowin' up like
all is that we are bonded by the First Amendment!
We have the freedom of expression!
We have the freedom of choice!
And you, Chinese, black, green,
the team who gon see us
Encore, on chord wit the E but the five tryna G us
That major, knowledge the key
Open up doors then you see
Knowledge the key
Open up
to take them trips
And booking all these flights
Posted by the poppy
Making money rolling dice
My own homie switched up on me
Now I’m on ice
Now I’m hearing
and all the niggas you claim to
Came were trained by the weak
Double up ya power
Gotta compile it to fuck with me (Ah)
Made it clear like a squeegee
Y'all know me, still the same O.G.
But I been low-key
Hated on by most these - with no cheese
No deals and no G's
No wheels and no keys
No
Y'all know me, still the same O.G.
But I been low-key
Hated on by most these niggas with no cheese
No deals and no G's
No wheels and no keys
No
Y'all know me, still the same O.G.
But I been low-key
Hated on by most these niggas with no cheese
No deals and no G's
No wheels and no keys
No
they rags up
Make them hit them switches up
They say album gang bang with some Nuts
Yo Dre yo homie turn this chronic Up (Hell Yeah)
I hit the switch no
tryna get no change bro,
I ain't tryna run from popo,
Man you ***ing on my mojo
Tryna stay low key, low key.
Ed Hart tee, bangs dyed hair, straight black
grown up
Ten a key now, got da whole block sewed up
E'erybody smokin' me, cush nigga roll up
I'm ridin' through da A, I don't know where da turn
to turn heads
When I ride by
I'm a ryder
I'm so fly
My dogs ride by
Them haters want to cry
I'm a ryder
I'm bout mine
I hustle to the sun come up
I pave the way like your dad's bald head (Bald head uh!)
I'm a stay on track like a relay (Uh)
Who gon turn up for my die out (Uh!)
When I black out
that shit ain't often
A black nigga that balled, man that shit ain't common
They thought I'd be a typical black nigga
Making notes out of keys like
a pack of germs, people swerve from the gamer
Suave player, I'm all black like the Raiders
You wonder how I did it, album anticipated
Well it's
my opposition
Just by me still
Living with black on the
Back of my hand
Cops leaving my people
Dead in he streets I can't
See as defeat cuz we
Emirates everywhere
Like Michael Smith I'm lethal
Black market billionaire
Nauseous, yeah my head spinning
Unconscious, we gon' turn the city up
Caution,
on crack rock
I got the key to her throat, open the jaw lock
I'm gassed up like I just went through a pit stop
Writers block, just like R-Kelly, I'm pissed
the Yellow Pages under smooth shit
'Cause Red ain't down for the bullshit
Niggas fucked up by letting me make an album
(How come, rude boy?)
To get
young, black, fly and cool
Think that's how I got by in school
Man get booked, start buying jewels
Them man get shook, start buying tools
Ah man, you
the
High way got money the fly way and told it you a hoe ass nigga that?s what I say.
And you can go against some niggas that wanna touch it last album I was
The way they used it all up and didn't pay the man
And after 2 platinum albums, you call me weak
Cause I don't sell records in the East
Now what's funky,
of me
in a little black box
where no one can see
Tied up, sprawled on
laid on the floor
sprawled on
beat me so much harder
‘till you scream for some
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