Lyrics:
to shop and me spending that hard
Oh my God is that a black card?
I turned around and replied why yes,
But I prefer the term African-American Express
I fly, I fly, I fly
One, two, three, four, five
Bitch I fly (Bitch I fly), too fast I see time passing by (By)
Get my money up, I count like one,
saved by John the Pope
The M, A, see and K, from Oakland, California
I'm Too $hort baby, no I don't play, I'm macking
Freak nasty, I like your dance
More than enough time to think
Based off ETA
Nineties slow jams that knock
Conjuring the convos where you spawn
Told him bout the times I pray
Hoping
on the paint job
No I aint God but I change lives
And I can’t fly couldn’t tell by my hang time
Can’t hang round now my name in the air now
Gotta air out
This
It's that time of year again
Y'all gon' be like, "Why this nigga startin' off like that?"
Disrespectful
Rap Up 2019
(Great John on the beat, by
I grab the mic and grip it hard like it's my last time to shine
I want the chrome and the cream so I put it down for mine
Ill cat, slick talk, slang
and the love of family
Ruled in the community
The songs you sing
Lift you up to heaven
A heaven we can believe in
Everybody's talkin' about hard times
got this story to tell on the cool
Now, once upon a time not too long ago
A nigga, like myself had to strong arm a ho
Now, this was not a ho in
gangsta shit
I say No Limit loud, cause we ain't scared of nobody
Organized by P or should I say, John Gotti
Real niggas, put ya guns up if ya feel me
But
what's what
Soon as I feel good you retards remind me
But son, it ain't hard to find me
I'm at ringside any time the fights on
And I'm in the big black
Yo Doc, what up my nigga? Snoop Dogg, this what it is
This record is so motherfuckin' gangsta, man
And I think it's time for me and you
To just tone
they ain't takin my freedom
So when you make this turn, ima let off this thang
Retaliating on them bitches like Hugh did Kane
Insane, I'm the black John
That boy eat in the street
Right now, that boy havin' a feast
Yeah, bon appétit
Cook up, mhm, Chef Boyardee
I'm trying to blow on that bitch like a leaf
to wreck the crew
we be havin mad fun
Niggas known me from day one
lifestyles of the rich and shameless
Violat'in they were even nameless
Verse 2
the soap
Goldie Loc, Tray Deee, Too Short, no doubt
Tell 'em how we eat and what we all about, nigga
These hoes know, what's up, niggaz been havin' game
a Santa A-list
Time is passin' by yet his scars remain ageless
He called him on the phone to say pop's
This'll take a minute of ya time
But his wishes
a shark sank,
Going Through these troubled times only thing a nigga do is sit down and think (stuck in my thoughts) Going hard on these pussy niggas who tf
nowhere
Bitch broke my heart Ain't J or Chris but felt like I ain't have no air
Don't waste my time I got money to make I ain't got none to spare
Nigga
for you and your mans
That's a awful lot of pills I ate in a day
Gon' be a awful lot of funerals y'all gon' attend
Same time my name spawned, I go by
me
Everyone is having an identity crisis
How many varients does it come with the virus
How many times is it gonna slip by us
No one knows the truth,
see me in the square, John Cena
Stone cold when I Rock this way
I don't play, I remember havin' to dodge the law all day
Now I'm higher up, I hire em'
Hey yo, Queen's get the money long time no cash
I'm caught up in the hustle when the guns go blast
The fool retaliated so I had to think fast
Pull
y'all, no need for the song suspicion
By the time you see me I made the cut, never saw the incision
Doctor stapled me back up, was gifted with third eye
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