Lyrics:
could buy her, not fuck up my credit
Ain't no executives, flexin' my blessings
Ain't no middleman, cut in my blessings
I got all of this flick for
Juan was executive producer, Juan had beats I had flows
Scoob and Txx Will did promotion
Got it where Mitch Bade was the shit and got Kansas City open
Now all the executives want all the fame
Based on the videos, just a gang of silly hoes
For the fuck 'em industry that's taken all ya dough
I neva
to Yugoslavia, from Petersberg, to Nova Scotia
I got niggaz in 'Sace suits, trickin' big
Timers in 'gator boots, givin' in justice, corporate executives
Athletes,
checks
THC through TSA on my back, don't get checked
Who gettin' them Benjamins? Spendin' them with executives
Business man, understand, I'm on fuckin'
executive by saying no
To something if it's
Just the most minutely fringe-oid
In terms of content
No
The horrible part of it is
The artists who are
Feeding
to the pain (I am), my feelings don't even exist (at all)
Really if it's 'bout a bitch nigga (yuh), why it's all the rich niggas?
Executive drug dealer, who
a word, just reading they mind
Wasn't needin' no nine
Corner executive born in ghetto hell
Where metal yell especially over necklaces
Life lessons is
Records executives mention
Want me to be what they want me to be
But that ain't really my vision
I'm scorching hot like fire
So let me stop all this
to the university,
where they put in boxes,
And they all came out the same.
There's doctors and lawyers
And business executives,
They're all made out
of devilish
Back setting it with the answer to your deficit
My track record is hot shit, consecutive
Smug, I got game just like a record executive
A kiss
of devilish
Back setting it with the answer to your deficit
My track record is hot shit, consecutive
Smug, I got game just like a record executive
A kiss
executives
I'm next for this
Success it is
Yet the best for Tech, this ain't
Baptist, Pentecostal or Methodist
This is the beast baby
Out, I mean exodus
shoes and diamonds
Executive street millionaires
Niggas gonna be bout it bout till we gray in the wheel chair
[Chorus: x6]
What do you get from
Richard of York, The Executive Branch
Having some fun with the warm-up act
If that's what it takes to say goodnight
Then that's what it takes
Run my business, my Porsche is executive
Triple C's, the checks come consecutive (woo)
Shorty give neck like The Exorcist
Damn, head so good I forgot
on the thot she gotta be blue flamin' up
I'm in an executive part with the redskin
Blood out then blood in, yeah we bangers
So much money on me right now I
y'know we are deaconesses
We are leaders in our churches, y'know, we are speakers
We are writers, y'know we are corporate, y'know, CEO board executives
members claiming I need to make a payment
It's hard for a young black executive
Can't you see we're all fucking relatives
Relatively easy we can go
rappers be deprived, of executive 9 to 5's
And it hurts to see these companies be stealin the life
And I love to give my blood sweat and tears to the mic
the cool name, this nigga here's a fool man
Go on and do yo' thing, gang-bang
in the hood and in Hollywood
Record company executives think it's all
of fabrics
I made a transition from the thieves
To the biggest executive, Def Jam's ever seen
Only yours dream, Sean John suit and a S Dot ring
Sean Don
was forced
Put one of the girls in an executive Porsche
Crib with a maid, and it came with a horse
Cover the green like a golfer on course
Purchase
credentials be potentially
Leaving my footprints
Chief of executive but stay on that hood shit
Cut more … than the new Mark Fader
Take some now, save some for
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