Lyrics:
got it (whats wrong with you?)
50k cash, I got it (i got it)
Two-hundred on my dash, I got it (i got it, bitch)
The game on smash, I got it
My hoes
Ay bruh, I'ma tell you on some real shit homie
You know what I'm sayin', you can't let this shit get to you dog
Know what I'm sayin', it ain't no
see through the black tints
Amg rims a middy each
More then half they rent
They riding in they bitches shit
Them numbers anit making cents
How the fuck
the game don't stop
Tryna move some 'caine, get it Range or a drop
One more blunt 'cause I'm faded
Just for the niggas that hate it
Ten-ten wins,
(Get yo grind on)
Get yo scrilla on
(The scrilla, scratch, paper)
I won't let it phase me
This the game mayne
An this is my domain
Make
on the mentally
No, that shit on the regular, the mirror has no sympathy
I been adrift, but I'm putting cents to beats, I got no cent to pead
And I stand by my own
on the mentally
No, that shit on the regular, the mirror has no sympathy
I been adrift, but I'm putting cents to beats, I got no cent to pead
And I stand by my own
Pussies
Fall in and get quoted y'all
Yeah
It's Cashis
Welcome to the Shady game
G's up
Obie went plat
An' he back with another classic
50
on it, they don't hoop with me
Do the skit by myself, niggas can't shoot with me
Speakin' on my nigga tension, we ain't leavin' a witness
Breakin' records
I know my young nigga out here moving smart
Mr. Enfant Bam everything, fifty shots ain't playing games
I dog the squid he out the roof with
Who gives a fuck what I do in this game
I got the cosign from Mekky the great
You're more ignored than the Terms of Service
You got a fake persona
health care insured by that guap
More ways than [?] to me [?]
Jackals playin' overseas with they yacht
Shit I probly be the same I find drama
Law's out
Popped It cnd I Smashed
Pleading G.O.D To Gimme c Chance
To Use My Gift cnd Get The Bands
We The Ones Who Was Serving Fiends Like 50 Cent
cin't No Pot
(like that?)
You want this shit, VFN not fuckin' wit you (not you)
Hold up wait, no more time for you
Playin' my game, you a pawn
You lame like
"Hit them up", Tupac came with it
Eazy-E, Family Tree, still remain the same, nigga
Snoop, Bone, Eminem, Fifty Cent, Game, Kendrick
Uncle D.O.C.,
cents to go to the store
You supposed to spend twenty but you spend more
Said give me five, but you only gave me four
Because you said your thumb got
we would never get old
Went from loosies and buses, and fifty cent sodas
And Novas to Hondas to Lexus to Rovers
Mad years passed ,still got each
smoke that shit you can't get, we spit that shit you can't spit
Fifteen tracks, no skits, so fuck all why'all
[Chorus]
[Raekwon]
Shorties
I'm fucked up, dog
I smoke that shit you can't get, we spit that shit you can't spit
Fifteen tracks, no skits, so fuck all y'all
[Chorus]
replacement, nah
I borrowed his gunits to walk through the matrix
I'm signed to the Doctor I ain't got no patience
So he put me with 50 Cent now I got a face
toast
By fate
Rugga chose the name
Now Im da man at da dice game
Who tryna get struck
I always play the lightning
Casino got a shot
Such a sight man
When
how I’m on the fritz
You should watch your fucking mouth cuz if I’m given any lip
I’ll rip you into piece limb by limb
I’ll keep taking L’s till I get
MAD Lyrics
No more exes No more fake friends
I learned my lesson in this industry
Ooooh I won my first two awards by my lonely
I know you looking
McD Lyrics
No more exes No more fake friends
I learned my lesson in this industry
Ooooh I won my first two awards by my lonely
I know you looking
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