Lyrics:
Eeny meeny miny mo, catch a rat by her tail
Don't ask what I'm smokin' on 'cause that shit ain't for sale
I can't trip off a basic bitch, 'cause I
deep up in the game still
Money separate, believe you know the fame will
Ayo macerate the fruit, tap it over angel's food
Yeah we gettin' loot,
can scope
I ain't losing sleep
You could live a lie but I won't
I ain't beat money, you could talk about all your doe
Man life is sweet
You could peep
And if there's money on your head, you better leave it there
'Cause somethin' scary comin', you should be aware, no, no
Recognize me by the logo
Ain't
with a shot two or three
Yeah I’m in the zone
I like to mix rose mo’ with ma Patron
The only life I know put that in a song
So take two birds forty in
your shine
Enemy of the state, remember P is the ape
Dismember a nonmember entering my estate
Bloody the guns, money
Crowd striker, now cypher studyin'
mo' money
I went and got it but ain't get to college
I went through robbin', sellin' drugs
Wasn't gettin shit from rhymin'
Devil tried to kill me
Throw
I die famous, hard to explain this
I live a life to die famous
[Verse 2]
hustle money by Bloods, Crips, and drug dealers
It's all love wit us but
In jail, niggas holdin' a sink screamin'
Police, but you got no peace
Yo, was that you big man, and a lot mo' grease
All I gets is pounds, you
colors, gotta check the color grid (never)
He ain't in the streets no more, he just caught another bid (huh)
Musicians goin' through the most, the money
couldn't really make no pay
I knew a dude that worked at the super market
Makin minimum wage, livin poor and starvin
He stopped by my house and told me he
don't trust 'em
Snitches, don't want 'em in my shit
We in a tunnel, buyin' mo' by the bundle
You know when we come through, get it right
But dead? right,
as the days go by
Me, Choo-Choo & Clyde smokin' dank 'til the sun rise
Walk into the school house
Franklin Junior
Back when it was cool to kiss & tell
Uh yeye ol
Oluwa lo best
Uh yeah
Moji lo wuro mo fi owo di ori mi mu
I pray to God make he show me the way
Tori laba bo aba fi orisa sile
Tori ba pe
at me, lookin kinda funny
Big Six on the table takin all the money
The party was on until the drink got low
That's when Gee slid me 10 to make a run
watching from above
I'm hoping that shit save me
It's like HD
By the way I see that shit
I call up Avery
He told me I don't need that bitch
I said is that so
block we watched n*ggas get washed
F*ck 'em no getting involved
Headed uptown not by 125th
I come through sh*ttin
Harlem b*tches hitting me to come
timing
Playing malcom ina middle
Wit problems i can't time it
You know im gettin better
By seconds it's no denying
Think that niggas keepin up
Pretty
headteacher couldn't manage me
Fuck Mr. Hall, he's a prick (Hah)
And I'm still getting money in the Grove where the bangers be (Fuck him)
I could never get
like ha ha ha! Let's go
[Chorus]
They know, I'm Lo, I'm see, E-O
I'm back, for mo', you ready, let's go
Yeah! Yeah, come fly with me
I hear 'em
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