Lyrics:
the same clique no new squad nigga yeah yo
Back then we ain't have shit had to break bread had to pay bills
Had to take care nigga stress kills nigga yeah yo
breaker
Large tray full of shots like a bar waiter
Kamehameha, bar layer after bar layer
The chicken getting plucked if I pick 'em
I'm a guitar player like
tape
Big race imma cum first
Get misplaced
New shit rude chick
Imma prove it move it
Shake that body to the music
Mold this
Aha gotta keep em
on the floor,
Show you the span of yo attention
Color blind bitches, all they seeing is my riches
She say she want the stars so I fuck and big dip her
Blowing up
Just home by the dingos, I step up in em rockin Kangols
Straight up fakin no jacks, cause all my crackshacks are jam packed
My mad stacks, show that I'm
a new condo
He ain't even sleep in his bed yet
Cause this girl all in his D talking 'bout bill he ain't even pay yet
Thought how to be cool with it
caked up, yo, straight up
It's new, y'all living off of slave trader's paper
But I'm a live, though, yo, I'm a live though
I'm putting up the big swing
ghosting I predicted this shit and I showed em
My focus is money I gotta pay bills I got a good plug I make you a deal
My focus is drilling The opp getting
Aftermath, gettin' money
West Coast get ya ass up
You know what this is
Crusin' down the street
Watchin' biatches roll by pimpin'
You, that's all I
disbelief
41 shots, a young brotha deceased
Gunned down by police, is there no justice, no peace?
So fuck the police, listen, I walk with P.
Ignorance
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for
'em the Tony, pass 'em the Oscar
From the new school rappers
Yeah I'm the illest on the roster
Smoke like a rasta
Black and white like Bob Marley, yeah
yeah
We gonna sail in one of them big fat ocean liners on the street
Swim through this motherfucker
Busta-Bus now, now, now
[Busta Rhymes]
Hop
fear
Out here it's fresh water fuck your wifi
Letting that Golden Teacher reach my minds Eye
Down that Paradise Drive sideways in a Side-By
With my
slow it"
They said look like I'm
Shootin' in slow motion
Hop out, walk down and stand over 'em
All this shit here could've been avoided
You know that
more bills in this
Bankin' his babies be blingin' and his boo be that big booty!
Big bust! Be in his benzo bronze and get big bucks!
I'm a black
dum da na na dum da dum
Du-du-du-du-du-du-du-du-du-du-du-du!
Newsbreak
The notorious Just Ice has just gunned down
One man up in The Bronx
News later
That selling is a sin, if you don't offer new ways to win
A dolphin gone shake his fin, regardless if he is in
Or out of water, most important thing for
and shake em, yeah I drop her back off, I check a few ends
I'm beatin up the block, perm blowin in the wind
Fans they want in
Come join the hotline
Man ya wont win
More on a fast grind
Feel kinda sad for you haters
First classing it homie
Until bills paid
phone
Tell em I'm about to come home
And I'm bringing big money
And I bring a big drink and I'm tryna warn ya
Block party baby, meat on me
But my
deprivin the needy, breakin treaties
Overseas whylin while they profilin on the TV's
Some of em cool though, see I like that nigga Bill
Hittin
the baggage here for, huh
Lead by example where's your stuff
Dogs in the house big boy go ruff
Pickin' my phone up, what's your numba' (What's your numba')
I
shit hold it down for my folks
(Rudy gang)
The cheese is my big ass bankroll (Bankroll)
Got 'em by the ten they look like locs (Ten)
I'm stiff on they
.jpg/259px-Big_Bill_Broonzy_(1951_publicity_photo).jpg "Big Bill Broonzy")
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