Lyrics:
hope you make it big and if you ever fall off
Remember these words, it's only what you make it
Anything is possible you want it better take it
I ain't
hustlin for life baby
It's hard on the black man, tryin to get my stack together why'know?
Big thangs..
[Pretty Boy]
Yo Fox and $hort, yo
Don't let that pretty shit fool you, yo
I ain't pay that bitch phone bill
[Foxy]
This is for all my ballin' ass
I hope you don't talk to me
It's a little close for my liking
A man is staring at my non-existent tits
And I don't feel
So confident
I just
to be rich, that broke shit is obsolete
Possibly off of my rocker, watch how you watching me
Sophisticated, psychotic, fly as a pilot
Officially
how we live
So you know what time it is
Ima die tryna get rich yea
Ima die tryna get rich
Nigga its not time for acting
Its time for some action
So tell
Mama said I’m gon’ be rich (Be rich)
Get a watch for my dad’s wrist (Ice)
Buy a big house for my kids (Big house)
Mama said, Mama said
Mama said I’m gon’
the masses but im still gonna pray everyday in Jesus name
Hedge of protection around me so no evil enter my brain or my veins
What do you watch on your tv? Who
rich, homie we gettin' by
Feel me
Style on them niggas like my surname
Hit your girl, left her there, never knew her name
Rappers basketball, I'm
stopping us, oh no, we destined
And everybody 'round you is so basic
I'm never rockin' white, I'm like a racist
I don't drink my liquor with a chase in
artist
Line a nigga up, but they are not no barbers
The black man don't want to see
The black man having chicken
The woman is influenced by the gram
So she
All this paper like I robbed a bank
Get rich nigga fuck fame
All white when I switch lanes
Can't feel a way like novocaine
This is all that I know
do it
'Cause two times 222 is 444, oh man, I knew it
I was bound to cut my math class, I just couldn't get into it
It's a big club, we're dancing
truly hurt
Certain choices were made and Separation was a Created construct
When the truth is, separation is an illusion
It is simply Not true
I don't
the lies in they lines
What lines in they eyes is fear
You hear? A coward cries when he dies
I was down now I'm up
They surprised by my rise
I've been out,
switches? (How?)
I'm not bothered by the internet chatter (no)
I'ma make the haters get madder (get mad)
Lately my pockets gettin' fatter and fatter
I use that
Machete to Butch Cassidy by the way
His two faggot ass sons' names
Is Shane and Cassidy bang! That's blasphemy
That's the main catastrophe
done passed a few
And my worst choice is gettin' attached to you
You make me feel so nice (so nice, uh)
Only with you by my side (Tunechi, side,
thriller
I'm the real McCoy my name is James
Call me J 'cause that's what I like
Bite this rhyme and I'll bust ya
In the head with the mic
The smartest
But I'm down by law and I know my way around
Too much, too many people, too much (aha-ha)
Too much, too many people, too much, Raaah!
A castle
tryin' to hear shit, I'm supposed to be rich
Mu'fuckers gettin' with my bread
Then I'm gon' load my shit, then count my shit
Nigga trip, I'll go for
no one to carry me along
I enter this street no be by my choice
No be by my choice
I enter this street no be by my choice
I can never down myself
I
out shootin' dice ain't no big ass deal
I got a deal
So you know
I got money to spill
Lil' Style is my name but call me Dolla bill
Wit a whole
got my mind made I gotta be that rich motherfucker
Set it up so my grandkids don't suffer
The phat hummer
The phat drummer - what's your choice
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