Lyrics:
the weed at?
You know I'm holding, always knowing where the weed's at
So where's the weed at?, yo, where's the weed at?
Somebody's gotta know where
next
Or you could be next but nobody knows
Open my chakras cleansing my soul
Long Live Nashia long love Fats
These kids growing up wit no mom and dad
la'nigga
You bend break and you fold la'nigga
Aye
I kept it gold la'nigga
My money coming by loafs la'nigga
Getting paid and they know I'm a winner
Steady
the way to my knees
And I pray my fans do increase shit if only by 2 or 3
I keep growing like wisdom teeth and its hurting yo
That's all I wanted though
i'm all about
wanna see if i can bring the game back
welcome to my side of the tracks
not always formerly fat, spent my childhood chunky
daddy's
on
Whistler
Yep you know what I'm talking about
But I don't know what I'm talking about
But I know I'm born and raised in Bucharest
Romania and I'm a hundred
too high
I can't go out like it's Friday everyday baby I'm trynna' get by
You don't think I'm fucked up 'bout it?
I'm fucked up 'bout it
Shawty, you
the lady's just like you. Oh!
What's happening ladies?
What's up wit my lil shorty's.
It's your man Nick Cannon on the beat.
Yeah.
I'm here wit Romeo.
O.k.
even speak, unless I'm very annoyed
Man don't you test my reach, I'll leave you alive
I'm a man of god, But I give his strife
By the end, you'll be
up some time this evening, if you wanna slide girl just let me know (let me now)
I could be buggin, I think I feel something, and its growing like
without some tints
And some bumping speakers
You couldn't catch me on the beat
Without a ton of ether
That's why I draw a fat
Crowd like a double feature
So
areas and times in our life
But my time as a young boy growing up with my family, reinforced by vast wealth
Indulgence, and excessive comfort
The Bakunawa
quit grabbing your hair
Now everybody knows that we got high by their stairs
But who really cares
Growing up sidelines I had no fear it meant nothing
had poured it' Sike I'm drinkin' zero sugar soda
Like a pencil get bent cause you bony, Bitch got a fat a**, but she molded
In the back of the LAC this
out by me a man so honourable
I declare war on the wack it’s more than a fact pack a sword in my back packkk
I wouldn’t deplore you to clap back I’d
Hey, my name's Malik and Killer Mike's my dad
If you don't like what he's sayin', so what
That's life
Told you last tape I'm a killer man
I'm
you tell him I'm here?
I think he forgot
Tell me when heaven is near, I'm ready to disappear
I just want you to love me, by accident not because you
me baby, you an option
I take notes when you talk shit
Have you ever ate a by the ocean
You lame niggas not having no motion, oh shit
Baby ass fat
sack, smoke it up, 'til it's all gone
No roaches up in the ashtray, smoke up all the bomb
I use to spend money but now I'm growing the crops
But I hate
gone I'm alone
But I'm not cause I'm feeling your presence in my bones
I wish you could of lived to see your cousin get grown
But you died and left
the drive-by, come out run by nigga gone die why?
I was only 15 years old, never handlin a vice lord steady growing
I learn my shit from the niggas comin up in
When I was timid and growing
Now beware of the horns
You really been warned
Said I'm handing em porn
Cuz it's fuck what you on
Dear diary
Dear diary
Dear
could-have-beens
And in due time you'll earn those wins
It's a mad world, but I wanna stay on
I used to think I'd be gone by the time I was grown
But now I wanna
the barrel on my 9
Throw you on that bed the only time I drop a dime
I'm tryna make your ass bounce like the nba finals
You see me tryna get richer like my
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