Lyrics:
she was brought up
And I know that you was smiling when you seen the car I bought her
And you sent tears from heaven when you seen my car get balled
Eastside all the time
Eastside all the time
Billy up
Like I love my Billys
Love my billys
Eastside all the time
Time
I get it
Me myself and I
I did
The sound of the waves on the embankment
A phone in my left pocket
I'm leaving, you're staying
A forgotten city by me
You're so beautiful, my dream hasn't
your man
Somethin' like Kris Parker
My Uzi weigh a ton
Hundred niggas on the track
Then you know I'll be the one
To tell niggas to suck cock
Run and get
rather walk by myself
I had a bad dream last night
You was standing in the day afraid of light
When I touch my eyes to wake up
They were opened all
fast cars
Everywhere we go, people know who we are
A team from outta Queens with the American Dream
So we're plottin' up a scheme to get
And to my neighborhood, let the good prevail
Make sure them babies and them leaders outta jail
Look for salvation when troubles get real
'Cause you can't
And aw yeah, I wanna feel guilty
But you punk motherfuckers tried to milk me
You'll get smacked behind the ear with my mobile, my pager
It's beepin'
you stopped
Down on my luck my car is broke
He turned around and pulled a gun out from the pocket in his pants
Where he warmed his hands then shot my
they call the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
the look, get looks
They never seen stars, the city too bright
Bright, bright, bright, bright
I try to sleep, can't get a lot
Make dreams bleed into days
with the triple sink let a nigga dream
It really hit different when you finally get it and you came from nuttin
I never asked for a handout while you
gig
Overqualified by the rent sticks
Red brick bash with a texted green screen
Like, "I entered my data right into your screen"
[Mr. Lif]
Jane went
right and trouble on my other hand
Life is a tight rope I'm dyin' the balance in
And by the end hopefully I be the balance-man
A simple dude who can exude
I'll leave behind
First to do it no other artist to mimic
Bumping tracks in my car that be looking like a civic
It gon' travel over oceans Atlantic
going to put some on my face so I don't get sunburnt."
[Momma:] "Smart thinking honey.
And while yer at it you can put some on your brother's ding dong
goes, Billy walking his dog
He figured he should go back inside, there's a lot of fog
But a car drove by, he wasn't holding tight
And then Billy's dog
is
Her specialty, after all hands come up
One by one "Oh my god, Rihmeek, "
Nicki groans exaggeratedly, invoking Meek's
Middle name for effect "Every
kissing nobody's behind
Just standin' on line lookin' like a jerk
Gotta get off my butt and do a full day's work
I ran into a pothole, got into a car
love to break a nigga
Send 'em upstate 'cause they
Straight-up hate the niggas
So what I do is get a crew of zoo niggas
Straight fools into rules and do
the freak out of a freak
You gon still want a different dick 3 Fridays outta week
One day I bumped into her at the car wash
With her kids, titties fell,
kissing nobody's behind
Just standin' on line lookin' like a jerk
Gotta get off my butt and do a full day's work
I ran into a pothole, got into a car
I'ma chase my dream
Coming to America like Prince Akeem
I ain't never give a fuck but then I seen
High definition to get whats forever given
But
every day of the week
When I look out my window it's brown and it's bleak
Outta here
How am I gonna get outta here?
I'm thinking outta here
When am
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