Lyrics:
out your candle, have Wu-Tang tagged up on your tombstone by Jandel
Release the info, 4-4 increase your heart tempo
Scared your ass, you jumped
Mayorbankz on the beat
CDC
Worth the hype
I'm in your face
So many girls I don chase
So many party I don grace
So the lord rest my case
Cuz I stand
landowner
Hope your bitch don't land on him
Drink in his hand with the sand on him
You small niggas - you Hyundai's
You couch niggas - we stand on him
Dope
landowner
Hope your bitch don't land on him
Drink in his hand with the sand on him
You small time - you Hyundai's
You couch niggas - we stand on em
Dope money
your bitch don't land on him
Drink in his hand with the sand on em
You small niggas, you Hyundais
Y'all couch niggas we stand on em
Big mu uh uh dope
you live to prosper
See yo face on the screen hear your name at the Oscars
Buy myself a brand new chopper sport cars & helicopters
Make sure i do it
And change yo plans
It's the numbers on your phone
And numbers on your cell
Verse 2 Juicy J
I ain't messed up by messin crooked cowards
Wit a nigga name
The people are crying
Take off your glasses
Get rid of the rose tinted haze
A way to escape this maze without getting even more lost
I'm distracted by the rose
It doesn't take long for the nightmarish news
To sweep the world like a shock wave
The mighty Man of Steel, once the super champion, admired by
Backyard, time to escape
Brand new glasses and your magic cape
All day, having a ball
So much fun until you trip and fall
You ripped your cape
take it)
Forever your British bulldog
Would you accept it (would you accept it)
If I stood by you
Would you stand by me (would you stand by me)
I thought
on the bench
Mike's Hard Lemonade'll get you amateurs bent
Where I'm from they don't hesitate the cannon that spits
Stand by the wrong man and watch your
got a message, then leave it
The Roc stand tall and you would never believe it
Take your diamonds and throw 'em up like you bulimic
Yeah, the beat
got a message, then leave it
The Roc stand tall and you would never believe it
Take your diamonds and throw 'em up like you bulimic
Yeah, the beat
submitted to the cause
I don't follow what's trendy
I was hand picked by God
So now I gotta be picky
I'm well aware of what tempt me
What you choose in
talking honda
Salvation is by grace and I aint going under
If you ever been hurt broken here is hope
Open your mind lift up your heart and let mouth pray
sick in the floor
Brand new Azure smashes, G's and C's all in my glasses
'Tics fantastic, we get booked more than matches
Imagine me without those two
already there
Stand up we're getting closer
Count your footsteps we're ready to go
Come on put your hands up and your heads up
This is our brand new home
experience no train
I told her Colgate, baby you gotta keep your teeth straight
Yeah, bae I'm flexing, extension
Brand new 'Rari, Smith and Wesson
Made
The brand reads Animal Farm
A fugee on the lam, runnin' with a lamb in my arms
Trail of rabbits harboring the farmer's brand of cigars
And cattle
Gary.
Gary:
I didn't say it was nice,
But everybody does it.
‘Dya ever clap when a waitress falls
And drops a tray of glasses?
Nikki:
Yea.
Gary:
shop, and get the phat dough
Tired of y'all, mostly inspired by y'all
So what the deal now, blinking with us or put your shield down
Faggot, fuck fuck
Rudolph, and Prancer
Percocet, molly, and xans (Percy)
Codeine on top of my stand
Right there by the extra handgun
They told me I couldn't, when I can
no offers
Drums hit, mad kicks, no soccer
Mad jitt, I need a doctor
You act up, you need a Oscar
Need play, no change, no audible
Off one, take off all
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