Lyrics:
tissues for your issues tell 'em blow this (bitch)
Make my money, walk straight ahead now
They countin' every day down, waitin' on me long
You know
make money I'm bout this
You can tell just by my net worth
I snap on em no tool brand
You push weight that's cool man
I'm gone put a birdie in a mule van
Life handed me lemons
I jump back in the public eye and squirted lemon juice in it
By now you just wish I'd fucking die but I electrify
Get
Funny how everything get shot down in a minute
1 2 3 click pow don't leave no witness
They start saying oh you changed up
But I still bleed the same
A shooting pistol
A milli really tell me whats the issue
Foes we running through em
Soft like they made of tissue
It aint a issue longs we get them
Alright, alright.
Thank you so much ladies and gentlemen right here,
Right here I want to tell you a little story.
This is about a country boy
goes down, baby, all we got is us
You tell 'em this is history in the making, avoiding disasters
This run is for the green jacket, I fit the masters
what u tryna do, oou
You tell that this ain't nothing new, oou
Niggas asking 'round like who the new, dude
I been that nigga boy I thought u knew, oou
What ?!
I’m buying the by the brick (2 Paints)
In the trap where I’m doing my shift (All Day)
Pull up get a bag and dip (Dip Dip)
If I make em mad
Put 'em in a trance, I don't wanna make the bands
See me in the street but I don't wanna shake hands
Tell me in advance, I don't wanna make the plans
contract
Tell capo where to sign
I'm with the family, get it by any means n**** thug it out
Out to Miami, its nothing
But foreigns my n****s poppin out
You
my bad
Had to tell that boy to come fight back
Had to tear him down, had to strike that
I did not get this far by caring bout their feelings
Bruh, I'm
guns blow like dusty wings
Spend a band, push his wig back whenever revolvers spin
Toe tag 'em, floss flagging like it's all good
Tell niggas tee off
He said pull up, felt a switch hiss through the air
Bleeding out he pray to god
She tell him life ain't fair
I tell all my demons we can do it
We can
more money...
[Souljah Boy:]
It be the Mo Thug, it's buck, quick bandages
One of these soldiers just can't stand 'em
Make me had to do
of that when I approached the cat, I gotta hit him with the pain like bang-bang
Physically and mentally, a rider a nigga that'll tell 'em see
I bomb
(Sample)
Young boy in a grown man's body
Young boy with a grown man's soul
I just wanna tell somebody
I just wanna let you know
Young boy in a grown
nobody like me
No Copy
Young boy brand so Fiesty
so stop it
And Im never gonna stop it
hit em by the lips just to make another profit
and pullin
as fuck
As I leave, believe I'm stompin'
But when I come back, boy, I'm comin' straight outta Compton
Yo Ren
Whassup?
Tell 'em where you from!
as fuck
As I leave, believe I'm stompin'
But when I come back, boy, I'm comin' straight outta Compton
Yo Ren
Whassup?
Tell 'em where you from!
(Whassup?)
Tell 'em where you from!
Straight outta Compton, another crazy ass nigga
More punks I smoke, yo, my rep gets bigger
I'm a bad motherfucker,
niggas that been poppin' all that big boy shit
Brand new AP on my wrist, know that's a big boy brick
Hundred rounds from out that chopper, this a big boy
gotta kill em all
After I belittle y'all, tell someone else to get involved
They asking me what's next like I'm just blessed here with a crystal ball
I
don’t know the deal
Stop talking like you bout it boy you don’t wanna kill
Family on my back and I be holding em still
Holding em still, I be holding em
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