Lyrics:
up, you don’t wanna end up with that magic shit,
Syrup sipping, pouring up wockiesha by the gallon.
Hood nigga, never thought Id be on jimmy Fallon,
that bleed
'Cuz all I see is people murder for currency
What feeds man's greed? Money and fame?
So much pain seeing bombs over Ukraine
Thought we had
sit's
You should leave now
Dap dap, love-love, then you can peace-out
You should know me by now, bitch, I'm fire
Put me on stilts, your boy's higher
You
and fall and then
That turned on my off switch
I won't be here forever and
My money might outlast me
And that helps me tell the future so
My kids have
a fortune
Niggas want a portion
But taking my money is something
Like taking an organ
This is the real life, we call it street life
So much pain, this
and then back
Where you can see everything
From legislation to crack
And the education for blacks is
Get it by any means
Where niggas in the hood ain't
Drip drop of that blood and sweat
Tears fall got the hood all wet
Spit hot with that fire kid
Rhymes weak so die I did
See I've been lyin' kid
Ain't
This shit right here for anybody
That's on the rise do what you love and
Don't never ever compromise
That shit will be your demise
Come into my
a bag of money
If that's the case bitch then you're
A big sack of pennies
My niggas make it rain
I'm dancing in the rain gene Kelly
And every box they
In the clear
Tell me that life's not fair
Tell me I'm a supercalifragilisticexpialidocious motherfucker right here
Talking 'bout, "You crazy"
Wants
on those who used to be fam
Over short money, type you get hustling grams
Fuck outta here'
And when your record label
Wanna hold your masters
Publishing
young, got a problem imma thug it out
Changed up the plan like it was madden, I came up by using different routes
Want to know about my problems baby you
thicky
Who fucking wit me?
Not Lizzy not Ricky/
Boys n the hood luv a bitty/ yupppp
All you hatas suck a titty/ yuppp
I ain’t here by no luck/
Square hoes
violence
And I’m not into all of that “actin tough-in-the-burbs” shit
Just a hood nigga with mad money and per slips
Knew I was the greatest way before I had
check our social ladders
You see they hold the ladders while we out here holding hammers
Super chat they making money off all of our open chatter
I Still
crazy
Everybody laughs and ain't nobody here to save him
So he drops out and now he's hustling in these streets
And everybody knows he's making money
thinking bout kebbas
Really not tryna go to prison
Hold up just listen I was on the block
Only sixteen with no money but just a vision
I hold it down for my
niggas broke, they don't get no paper
I ran it up by myself, I ain't get no favors
Sit on the bench and watch me ball like you supposed to
Stop actin'
hate it's called scholarship
And why ain't no Whole Foods in the hood
All I see is fast food here, can we eat good?
We need black-owned, and less bad
Told her I order somethin', baby just dial zero for room service
She looked up and smiled
I was just stuck in the hood
Look at me now
Opened up my safe
to take it
Just let me be, set me free
[Chalie Boy]
I've been living, here for so long
Now I'm wondering, how I'm living wrong
In these streets, it
give a fuck about your crew
So whatcha you want to do
I'm here to trouble you I represent the W
And if you want to start some static homie we can
find your hood again
Who is that in the car? yo couldn't be
All the way out here, yeah Nicki t
Russian, get the weed sparked
Get the party started
wanna have my kids
My bread's up, I've got a pocket full of sandwiches
In the 7 with the savages
I got something here for any nigga chatting shit
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