Lyrics:
ask myself
Is this life worth living or should blast myself
I'm still searching for the truth while hustle for my wealth
It's like everything that I do
(that's beef)
Fuck all yall (bitches)
Bad Boy Bitch we still here
answer
I need to
Be certain
This worship
Is worth it
Still determined to find her, I've reached the dungeons and was dazzled
By somebody who surely is
tough
I'm pulling your mask off as soon as you act up
You know what I came for, a piece of the game, boy
Artillery that's about as long as a chainsaw
on
The Westside nigga
We ballers for real
[Kurupt]
For real I got it bought you the blue steel
Cowards hit the panic button
Thinkin' that it was what it
school, didn’t do sports
Played it by the rules, always kept it cool, still kept a torch
I told her jump up on that dick, enjoy
If you ain’t makin no money,
knows that the change is due, I'm tryin to swim in it like I'm Uncle Scrooge
Punch that guard right by the pool, and have your boo give me towel service
of high school
But they doctors using bullets to prescribe you
They love it when that coroner describe you
Toe tag, was tagged by four rags for cold cash
I'm a Bad boy wid it like Shyne with a Y
But I'd rather listen to 2pac
Cause that's my guy
Loyalty makes us trust
But you see the pain when you look
with the frontin'
Now I'm fake and I'm pussy, boy ooh this shit funny
These rappers be scared of me, that is my thesis
Most of my dogs turned to snakes,
Lord, I guess I haven't learned a thing
By the time that I reached thirty
My hands would shake too much to make the cords
And if I took the remedy
"Here we go again"
Like, "Here we go again" (Dun Deal on the track)
Yeah, yeah
Here we go again (yeah)
That boy stole my style (what?)
Stole my
that you've given even to the depraved
And if your boy wasn't saved you would
still deserve praise, you're the God of ages
I'm glad I can open your
Got enough shit on my plate that I still got some business with
Wasn't with me starting
So by myself I will finish it
I be like fuck what you talking
killas that stay with they mask on
But you niggas stay with the cap like a jew
Imma shit on the game nigga no tissue
I ball till im old on these boys uncle
I’ve been the fool and I’ve been the clown
But you could always see right through
That good old boy good for a laugh or two
Yeah
I tried my best
got that sauce
Still, I'm killing you off
Let me get the first
Her new boy's gonna get the curse
'Cause when I get to the end of the verse
That simp
Trouble done sewed up the tracks
Bitches not playing like they win or get smacked
By some young niggas that's down to break a bitch
The Nickel Nut
In my heart I know it's a little boy
Hope he don't end up like me
Well, the man's still grinnin' says he lost my file
I gotta stand in line again
in my heart I know it's a little boy
hope he don't end up like me
Well, the man's still grinnin' says he lost my file
I gotta stand in line
2020 I’m still waiting for the day
I’m still waiting for the pay
Yeah I’m making on my way
2020 boy I came in here to stay
Game is mine what can I
by myself
I've slowly been eyeing the people around me that doubt me
And realize that I still need help
Gotta be taking them L's
Only way to pushing
They’ve tried to erase me but I’ll never vanish
Wanna see me banished with too much for me to manage
Joder estos niggas
That’s fuck you boys in
Screamin', "Fuck the world," like 2Pac
I just don't give a fuck!
Talkin' that shit behind my back, dirty mackin'
Tellin' your boys that I'm on crack
I just
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