Lyrics:
When I die
Fix that tie
See man that's why you can't go over there
That' why nobody has and that's why nobody ever will
One kid did and no body ever seen
that ass like interior
Oh, step in my Cadillac, let's ride through the hood
Eh, why don't you roll that window down so you can see it real good
And take
hoody grim reaper
Quick to take yours away day by day
Better myself that's how it go that's how it stay
All mighty dollar nothing free
Game to be sold I'm
the flow, yeah
Years in the makin', and don't y'all mistake it
I got 'em by a landslide, we talkin' about races
You know this'll never be a tie, just look
She be, falling for me falling for me like she gone drown
Step in the pool, and let your hair down
We play by different rules, get a head count
the mall by myself
Baby i can ball by myself
Hit licks by myself
I can get rich by myself
I can take trips by myself
I dont need nobody help
Shit i smoke
hands in the air praising him too for this
Hook
Joy X5
And the world didn't give me this
Joy X5
And the world can't take my
Joy X5
Never ever will it
Wake up in the mornin
See the blood in the hall from the murder scene
Don't cry, just ask why, and try not to die
As I take you through a ghetto
the heat
I don't take it to the heart
I be showing love for free
By design, this is art
High and low I keep it G
Been that way from the start
I hang
Yo yo brand new KRS why'all Maximum Strength
5 Boroughs of death we rep to death
Yo Kris set it for The Bronx..
We hit em and get em we stick em
right behind 'em in the Porsche drop
Linen soft top, sick chain with 20 point rocks
Take your bitch, why wouldn't I?
The whip got chrome shoes, cream
the club
We throwed them hunnids not no ones
Throwing them hunnids we fuck them
Whole by the firm
Step in the club
Pocket full of hundred, no ones
Choppa
Being monitored by like the mi5
Rolling rolling rolling in line
Being monitored by like the mi5
Jet - I said wait.
I've got my witnesses.
(Yeah)
(Many, many, many)
(Ain't shit funny)
(One take, listen)
I told y'all niggas I gotta get this money
Five fingers gonna collect seven
right behind 'em in the Porsche drop
Linen soft top, sick chain with 20 point rocks
Take your bitch, why wouldn't I?
The whip got chrome shoes, cream
right behind 'em in the Porsche drop
Linen soft top, sick chain with 20 point rocks
Take your bitch, why wouldn't I?
The whip got chrome shoes, cream
One two three four five
One two three four five
One two three four five
One two three four five
One two three four five
One two three four five
One
by that nigga
Then go to tha five
Bye bye lil nigga
I'm high for ah hi
You still tryna jugg off
Ah 3 to 5
When the hood cry
That mean somebody
I'm gonna take a ride, not sure when, where or why
I'm gonna take a ride, maybe start tonight, by the ocean's side
Recruit a good friend, Spotify is
(Great John on the beat by the way)
I was on tour for four months we was overseas (Greenlight Gang)
Did fifty-five shows in forty-five countries (woah)
and the alimony
Is why I'm broke, but I don't care because
My impact is mandatory in a age of fake and
I'm perplexed by the hate
Why flex in your songs if
They
Aight
Uh, yeah
Oh, yeah, that's right
Yeah
Yeah, that's the ticket
Come on, y'all, let's take a ride
Don't you say shit, just get inside
right behind 'em in the Porsche drop
Linen soft top, sick chain with 20 point rocks
Take your bitch, why wouldn't I?
The whip got chrome shoes, cream
Yeah you can pack ya bags up and take a flight
A-V-I-A-T-I-O-N... (Aviation)
A-V-I-A-T-I-O-N... (Aviation)
A-V-I-A-T-I-O-N
Why do it tomorrow
You can do
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