Lyrics:
Ever rigid, never fidgety when dem a left a critique
Especially with these lyrics which is a helluva gift
Study me? You have a better chance fi master
cents to go to the store
You supposed to spend twenty but you spend more
Said give me five, but you only gave me four
Because you said your thumb got
Fake friends all around me
I Don't trust these Niggas im
All By MySelf,Im All By
MySelf
Fake friends all around me
I Don't trust these Niggas im
All
studio I ever recorded at
Now I would have to assume that
It was either meant for me to be rapping
Or meant for me to be laughing at God's
Geographical
Gave you my love, and you went and just blew it
Banking on me so the me you see is really my truest
Collecting checks left and right yeah I really
up at the show
Asking me why I don't toe to toe
That's not my style I just let it go
I know my paper right
So if they see the light
Imma get paid oh
cents to go to the store
You supposed to spend twenty but you spend more
Said give me five, but you only gave me four
Because you said your thumb got
Yea
Just touched down in your city
I'm 'bout to get litty
I might spend like fifty
Yea
These demons try'na get me
But I'm moving way too shifty
I'm
better come on in
Relax a while, sip on hypno and henn
I like your style, you're so old school
In them Sasson Vidals, fifty four eleven
Reebok classics
G-O-D, nigga, no, we don't fuck with you bitch-ass niggas
Keep your distance, nigga (L-Finguz, L-Finguz)
Fifty feet, nigga, gimme fifty feet, nigga
My style of rhymin is ancient like Aztecs and Mayans
Because I recognize its all about timin'
Me and my freestyle alliance practicin' African
to tell you you owe me
I paid two-fifty they ain't unconvict him
They gave that boy twenty to life man they odeed
Black out the 'Bach when I'm sliding them
forgot a friends name
When I was listing them
Told them all the songs are fifty/fifty
Profits low that if I split it
To each it'd be a couple cents to them
Ain't even got my own style. Sometimes I'm 50 Cent.
But I ain't got not bullets. And I ain't bullet proof.
And you can take your aim, but you can't
me a hog
My bike worth fifty, Benz worth a hun'
Unrecouped, I do this rap shit for fun
Don't get it twisted, nigga, catch it cause it's real
Had
deep, headin' to the mezzanine,
Dressed in all pink, 'cept my gator shoes, those are green
Draped in a leopard mink, girls standin' next to me
Probably
don't lie
You fuckin' wit a gangsta tonight
Baby, you know what It is
I gave 'em my heart, they lent me they ears
This is the best gangsta shit that
and Wednesdays
I might buy me 10 Denny's, I might buy Family Dollar
Cut it to 50 cent, I got a job for your father
I'm tryna help with the rent, I came up from
on the beat with the lyrics
She put that ass on my lap like she love me
She told me she love me I ain’t tryna hear it
I got the Hunnids surrounded by 20’s
Just
one like me this my sound
No one like me this my style
She ain't like veggies before
But she eat her vegetables now
Lemme slow down
Take a lil' minute
Got a nigga goin' crazy
I feel crazy
Time goes by, puffin' on lye
Hopin' that it gets me high
Got a nigga goin' crazy
I feel crazy (Crazy)
God
funny
I be spending
They want me to quit it
I'm a get it
Ain't gotta limit
Dear God
(Dear God)
I know you hear me
(Know you hear me)
I been winning
(I
at the numbers and tell me what you come up with
I'm shootin at rappers and leavin dummies steady runnin
Nas gave me flow and a style that I can run with
But I'm
headed to the mezzanine
Dressed in all pink, 'cept my gator shoes, those are green
Draped in a leopard mink, girls standin' next to me
Probably should've
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