Lyrics:
I want to take a moment to talk about some guys
The memories that'll last my whole entire life
We watching movies every fucking Thursday night
Then
had resisted help
Didn't want medication
Afraid it might steal what little creativity I had
Rob me of my identity
Turn me into a husk
And creativity
Was
solve em
Hit up my plug like everyday
If he dont sell might just rob him
Man im such a fucking fiend
I think i'm stuck with addict problems
Wake up in
when they don't get that attention, hold on
My dad got that clean lil bitch in the driveway
Said when I get my license, it's coming my way
Mama gonna
whip
I keep options
To remind me
Where im going
From where i been
Ride by my old hood
So they see
I made it out
No help from them
Ride by my old hood
So
you lacking like you getting rob,
Or getting chase by a lil mob
Or go make some money and go chase that bag, it's easy just don't try to brag
Chasing
rob ya
I told you to be careful of your karma
Cuz what goes around come around like nascar
I'm the best nigga you had by far
I bright light to yo nights
and the baddest like all day
I ran up the millions, I did it all my way
Hundred dollar bills and I like 'em all straight
Real talk, I'm a neat freak
And lil
represent
Lil' Rob be the fucking baddest, Mexicano born with the badness
Putting it down for the Brown, putting it down for my town
La coloña, holding
fuck niggas envy
White bitch, name that hoe Lil' Cindy Run to the bank, I'm smokin' that chimney
Hate my lil' partner through J-Pay My nigga took
a Fanta, Drinking Fanta
Hit him with them bullets, get it shakin' like a dancer
We get him gone , smoke em up just like some cancer
Told my mama, fuck it,
Yo, can I hear this record by Rob Base and DJ E-Z Rock?
Hey, man, you sure you wanna hear this, man?
You sure about that, man?
Alright
Right
five
She gon' let me gas up in the whip and do a drive by
Money on my books to get me out and she don't ask why
That's my lil' baby from the jump ain't
Lil Kano on the track
Boosie Badazz
This for my niggas that's dead
Now they ain't with us no more
But when my niggas was with me
Them was my niggas
move me
All my designer by Louis
Half a M in the suitcase
Cartier got blue face
Check out the jewelry
Aint no cap in my rap
Nigga can't give me no dab
to get a lil green you can tell that I came up from nothing
My young niggas pull up and they get to dumping
We got the lo we pull up to yo function
We got
trying to drink my problems away
Bitch, we can die or any day
Girl, I'm drinking till the last day
Bring Hen dog to my deathbed
Girl, it ain't no door
He said I tried to rob him I'm like
Nah Ion remember that
If I did that
Would of ended that
Straight finished that
He seen my lil Kuz had the strap
to the barbershop.
My driveway looks somethin' like a parkin' lot.
I'm so unorthodox
I got the bitch ridin' my dick wit no shox.
(Bounce bitch bounce bounce)
Marvin and Chardonnay
I pull out the driveway like I'm in a car chase, speeding
And if my bitch cheat she know I'm leaving
No text no call, boy that
presidents
They go to war, yeah, all my lil' niggas militant
Let's go to trial, we guilty til' proven innocent
Dead presidents, dead d-dead presidents
Dead
Lil' hoochie bitch lil' foolish bitch
You look a lil' clueless
My lawyer look Jewish, bitch
Walk in wit' a big ol' rack
Walk in wit' a lil' gold chain
but I was makin' it
Niggaz like Lil' Tim was out there ballin' sellin' cakes n shit
I was right there, on the Mob Circle, writin' raps
All about my
a nuisance
Fame just an illusion
Created by those losin
Let's just face it ya I'm amusing
An The game stay polluted
With lames full of excuses
Ima chase my
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