Lyrics:
ride by
Shawty whats up, I'm the shit
Yea you can do it, but not like this
Westside up in this bitch
A T-L-A-N T-A, I can do this all day
you knows you're all safe
Willy Steiners, a Newport fish bar, a nice day out with your fuk'n Grandma
Cardiff Road to Maindee, everybody knows we're
First off Im a Real N***a
So much Money N***a I aint gotta deal with you
Im getting Money, getting green like a dill pickle
So much money sh*t I only
buy
My homies rolled by in a bucket, but they ain't short and duckin'
Slappin' n****s known for tellin' b****es f*** it in the late night
"Last
hanged at the doorstep, played like a two to a four set
Had like poor Job in the bible, by God
Day comes, I wake, I wake with a hard heartache
I go down
Time that I start flyin' by, yeah
Yeah, you already know I'm like Bill, the science guy
Yeah, you haters know that I'm really fly
But you say that I
Off-White come in snorted (white)
Green Lamborghini a tortoise (Lambo)
No human being, I'm immortal (no)
Patek and A.P. full of water (Patek)
Hundred K, I
This season's Off-White come in snorted (white)
Green Lamborghini a tortoise (Lambo)
No human being, I'm immortal (no)
Patek and A.P. full of water
the Red Sea
Float like a butterfly sting like a yellow bee
If Arron in the Bible turned his stick to a green snake
I'll wash away your sins give your career
Cuz I'm cool with it, about to go with
On the move with a Good To Go!, ya
Off on there, on by the side
Chill'n with your girlfriend she about
an album
Got another one coming
Making money off these n*****
When they try to play the
I messed up, let me try again
Baby girl, I don't know what you
workin' on nigga? (Um, you know, I got Curren$y album)
(And quietly workin' on my album, ya dig?)
Oh, I'm ready to brush my shoulders off and drop my next
decay
But I still hope that my album will get a few plays
I'll get by, taking this day by day
But if I die, just know you'll be okay
All I've ever done
it
I'm out you chasin greens
Go n get it, go n get it, go n get it
Need it by any mean
OK now ridin' round with the rocket
Nigga tryin to steal
me a new blockbuster deal/
For a n***a to live/
Its gon take shady 4, 5 maybe 6 mil/
I done did 6 albums n***a/
This s***s real/
And now you
See the mystery
Broken history
Reformatted by the demon leaking speech
I ain't fuck
Neo-papacy
All yo' nazi shit is level puppetry
Workin' all day no
to my ass
Every day, me and Mary Jane
Why I feel like the past is catching up to my ass
Why I feel like the past is catching up to my ass
Why I feel
Satan Claws
Written, recorded, produced, engineered, & performed by Broc Jesch (Breezy)
1st Verse
Christmas is all fiction made up by some dumb
And God said let us make man in our image (Tech)
According to our likeness (N9ne)
Let them have dominion over the fish of the sea
over birds
and wrote a novel, motherfucker
I got more verses than the Holy Bible, motherfucker
'Cause I'm sittin' on five, unreleased albums
Greatest of all time, no
frustrated 'cause ain't no more N'Sync, now I'm all out of whack
I'm all out of Backstreet Boys to call out and attack
I'm going all out in this rap sh-
the day I came out, I was like, "Merits?
Fuck that, I'd rather be loud and I like swearin'"
From the first album even the gals were like, "Tight lyrics,
bitch, you turned into my opp
I make money all day, I'm about to take it to the shop
I like my clothes all black
I'm the type of n**** to give back
I can't
someone had told me before
Playing a short album or you on All Saints Day
Kind of My thing
Playing an album for you on All Saints Day
The Gateway's my
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