Lyrics:
cause you know a nigga steady
On the grind, my momma was always mad at me
It felt like all dat paper helped a nigga wit the Agony
Tragedy, it's all I
Verse 1:
Call me Chef Troy, DAT BOY
Fly Jets-son, El Roy
G6 going far east
Jaguar on my keys
If you want beef then I'm Arby's
Blow your face off
that he bitch made
I ain’t stressing I been self made
My nigga I been running through this paper for a long time
My nigga I’ve been running to through
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One Of Us
If God had a name, what would it be
And would you call it to His face
If you were faced with Him in all His glory
What would you ask if
chief but i'm still wit da smoke
If dle call ima slide for da bros they say they gone kill us we loadin dem poles
I'm rocking a mask so nobody'll know
the rough baby
But you got me running otta trust baby
Had dem bitches by the bus baby but I let it all go for us baby
No more luck baby
I den heard enough now
straight to pitching
Under hand one to Yola he knocks it cross da fences
I make a bihh get on dat road to see me
Have her cash appin dat cash weekly
If ya
'm fake
Cause I hate to see somebody so great in that way
I would of stayed so long with so much to say
I had to put it in writing to keep me
'Cause I hate to see somebody so great in that way
I would a stayed so long with so much to say
I had to put it in writin' to keep me and Brooklyn from
Beat to the rhythm of the rhyme
I'm givin' up a dime, there go another line you figured
Never drivin' by nine, never givin' up a dime if you was
idea of all the
Gear things in store for us it
All happened really when Please
Please Me became
A number one hit, and after that, well cor'
The blimeys,
Hit Arroyo Park, we had tapes for sale
Got a paper bag full of that, can't you tell
It's funky, everybody nod they head like this
I said bitch,
Love the bros we locked in
They say that I'm top ten
Niggas got my lil brother tatted they did not spin
Long live lady pop shit
Always kept dat
with him along this road, this life that he created
One day told himself that if he ever had the chance he'd take it
Dive inside the water, but how far
but THANKS 4 DA TIME we had n REFLECTED kickin out BY THE POOLSIDE TIL I RUN THRU THAT PUSSY LIKE A BAND OF THIEVES yeah you know me IM A REAL HITTA
$hort E-40 Fonzarelli
I'll probably never have long money like Ross Perilli
But shit we just want a hip
Don't want the whole plate
Don't put the two
$hort E-40 Fonzarelli
I'll probably never have long money like Ross Perilli
But shit we just want a hip
Don't want the whole plate
Don't put the two
everywhere,
we coulda sworn we was makin noise,
(everybody knew us)
finally we had everyone in southwest
representin with the jj boys (everybody)
I stole
leaves fallin' down like pieces into place
And I can picture it after all these days
And I know it's long gone and that magic's not here no more
And I
you that same ol' bitch
Then I'm the same pimp, you niggas make me so sick
She call us perpatrators, and if them day to day haters
See if we modivators,
uncle taught me
How to go make a dollar
Then I start letting dat shit pile up
Came out wit no cuts
Can't foul us
I ain't helping yawl up
Nah
What the fuck
out of place
But i been on a paper chasе
I grew up round some snakes
Coming where im from will make you hate
Long as you don't change and stay by my
thoughts about their parents dying
I get intense anxiety over my heartbeat if I've been awake to long or if I exert myself I can feel my heartbeat vividly,
there
She might trip a lil while but believe she care
Always by ya side dawg when you got no one else
Even if you hurt mom she'll still be there
I don't
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