Lyrics:
Life is a blur b I'm the reporter
This is the story I am the author
Soon to be prince right now I'm a pauper
I'm gonna make off with somebody's
make off that
That you make off that
Peanut butter jelly with a baseball bat
Peanut butter jelly with a, peanut butter jelly
Y'all ain't ready for
On the way to the top
Yea yeaaa
Give it all I got
Give it all I got
(Yeaaaaa yea)
For my niggas that ain't make
Make it off the block
Yea yea
Give it all I got
I got my hustle, dog
I gets my hustle off, Oxycontin, heroin
Crazy, I got my chopper, dog
Don't make me chop him off
Chop chop, knock him off
make it off the streets
You've never heard of rap until I slay shit on a beat, watch and see
Yeah
Dropped out from the rainclouds and on Abergavenny town
with two lovelys
So we can get off
Said I hope that we get the promise, ladies
And make me get off
Take it from girls with our imagination
So we
with two lovelys
So we can get off
Said I hope that we get the promise, ladies
And make me get off
Take it from girls with our imagination
So we
It's Abba Bank$
For our sons & daughters
Out here tryna make a mill off a Hundred corners
Middle finger to the boyz tryna Fill quotas
I'm still
Going to make everything right
Even if it takes a while
I'll pull it off and make you smile
I'll pull it off and make you smile
But are you going to be
away
Moment by Moment
Time is a thief that makes off with today
I’m staring deep in your eyes
my hands still shake and my pulse runs high
Standing
We'll leave our two headed baby
Take his chairs and steal his sofa
Bring me the head of economy
Make off with his mattress and keep his curtains
'Cause
the passion that'll get me there
The passion that'll get me there
Said can I make a million dollars off a rap tune
Now can I make a million dollars off a rap
I don't need friends no more I'm cutting you off to make friends with the money
I don't need friends no more I'm cutting you off to make friends with
I jus wanna show you off
Make you forget about your past
I just wanna show you off
And I hope this thing lasts
I jus wanna show you off
Make you
Hey, fuck off don't let the safety come off
I move around like the cartel
Please do not make me cut off
Yeah don't try to break free, come on
I'm
said it make me show off (money)
Back when my dough was low, man, it make me kick your door off
Not really a rapper, man, this shit just is a throw off
your soul
She might be my best one yet can't catch my breath
Her panties off
So baby make it bounce for a Nigga one time
Baby bounce for a
Bounce for
I don't waste time off the clock
I make use of every moment I got
I don't waste time off the clock
I make use of every moment I got
I don't waste
tryna make it off rappin
I'll be the proof if you want it go grab it
Chase what you after one day you might have it
This world is turnin' we all in
Thinkin bad thoughts then repeating
You gotta go gotta go now
Dust yourself off, make yourself move around
You'll have a fine time, get over how
Slow down, grab the wall
Wiggle like you trying to make yo ass fall off
Hella thick I wanna smash 'em all
Now speed up, gas pedal, gas pedal, gas
Slow down, grab the wall
Wiggle like you trying to make yo ass fall off
Hella thick I wanna smash 'em all
Now speed up, gas pedal, gas pedal, gas
Yeah I blast off blast off when I see your face
Blast off Blast off, you always, make my day
Blast off blast off, you put me in a phase
Damn your
bullets in your G-Lock
See opps and squeeze off, opps and squeeze off, opps and beat off
And make them speed off
I'm from P Block, I'm from P Block
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