Lyrics:
Yeah real Rx
I got my mask on, yeah
Put your mothafuckin' mask on, yeah
Real Rx, yeah
If you gon' shoot then shoot
What's the hold up?
They shot
I still drink 'til I end up being that klutz
Clumsy, self-destructive dummy
Stumbling over my words, mumbling
I'll probably do it tonight
Leave
skate
My plate full, I ain't ate
Yea we paid, like cascade
Mary Jane sit by the late
Slump nigga's a piece of cake
Ya'll Lil Keed and ya'll is snakes
you don't even tell my why
Check me in the hills rolling up I'm getting high
Cuz baby you know that's the only way im gettin by
Purple the cup
all the time
I see you in my dreams
Baby boy, not a day goes by
Without my fantasies
I think about you all the time
I see you in my dreams
Ah,
all the time
I see you in my dreams
Baby boy, not a day goes by
Without my fantasies
I think about you all the time
I see you in my dreams
Ah,
give me my money bring it by the luggage
We tryna run up a check
Money and power respect
I keep my foot on they neck
Mansion the rover the jet
We tryna
that tape. End it on some super cool shit. It's them Clique boys. Them make hit boys, dope since 07
[Bridge: Mic Anthony]
I see you living it up baby
to just stroll the park with this Chaka
Baby girl was just diggin' all in my pockets (all in my pockets)
I was going hard (by the magic hour)
We were
You ain't living how I live sucka
That's why I flex on niggas
They never did love us
I'm putting checks on niggas
Even my kid's mother
And you ain't
time
It's the jump off, so just jump off my nigga
Check out my gravel pit
A mystery unraveling
Wu-tang is the CD that I travel with
Don't go
time
It's the jump off, so just jump off my nigga
Check out my gravel pit
A mystery unraveling
Wu-tang is the CD that I travel with
Don't go
you up with the bad news
It's so familiar, he did the same with the last dudes
Mafioso, baby girl, cash rules
Every dollar accounted for, double M
the struggle
You know what I'm sayin'?
It's all good, baby baby (check it)
It was all a dream, I used to read Word Up! Magazine (uh-huh)
Salt-N-Pepa
the struggle
You know what I'm sayin'?
It's all good, baby baby (check it)
It was all a dream, I used to read Word Up! Magazine (uh-huh)
Salt-N-Pepa
him come by come by come by by the stu
check out my swag my nigga you know that's very very cool.
Forty bands on my name my boy, my nigga that's just
and a limitless gun
That boy know not to try me, I do this for fun
Check this, I'm keeping my one
Check two, these groupies be lame
I don't do it for money, I do
on the gram You'll get scammed by a Wario
Oldhead busy hating You acting real sorry Bro
My aura to high Build it up like Lucario
I feel like King Julien I'm
a sugar like you, a boy like you
She wants a boy like (me)
You got me going wild (going wild)
You got me hypnotized by your smile
Ooh I like your swagger,
nutty like Almond Joy
My boy toy IE got to sleep and eat
Got the sweets and who got the freaks?
Beat it up like a ass whipping
The album dropped
And ironically, when you do it that way
More people end up saved
I paved my way by scrapin' it
You ain't never seen a nigga
Like me, if you did
I guarantee they was
always pay in cash, yeah that’s the best way (Facts)
Ooo, Ooo, Ooo, Ooo, Ooo that's what my checks say
Yeah, boy it’s Snizzy on the beat
You can find it
to make mistakes.
If five boys in the house say it loud
If five boys in the house check it out.
When I lay upon my bed I reminisce then I wish
That I
back counting cake, boy
This the plug line baby, hit me up
Oh whatcha need?
I'm flexin' all these checks
Bitch I look like Hercules
This the plug line
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