Lyrics:
enough a bitch gone have to have some looks
I fuck her good she screaming Burt and then she holla OMG
Ain't no limit to this hustle shit that's word
round with the top down (top down)
Made a big name in a small town (small town)
Now he's got another girl's hands on his now
Love ain't always
Raised by my momma, yup
Play for Toronto son
Got game, so from the ladies
Get a lot of love
I aint tryna brag, I aint gassed
Nope, not at all, hot
of death, we can not save ourselves.
To breathe is not enough.
Yes sir, I Will.
When you woke this morning you looked so rocky-eyed,
Blue and white
skill
Man them cracker prolly salty 'cuz he blacker then pepper
Got me livid, 'cuz this system, it ain't actually better
Tried to throw the book
do it big, I ain't with the small shit man big is how I live
The flow is real heavy like a bitch at that time of the month
Pulling up by myself and you
I trust)
I been fucked by so many damn managers
While they push me out front of these cameras (managers, cameras)
All this music I done gave
Send me a black one
Muzzled in a big fat one
Open with a castrate
Mystery man
He sits here with father
We seem so in love too
Open up
Keeping it G ain't nuttin, you ain't gotta like it cause the hood gone love it
You ain't gotta like it 'cause the hood gone love it
Watch a young
We been doing this for a long long time now...
This music thing... and touring, y'know...
And still... I ain't met one person that could maintain
Now this is a true story for the most part
That occurred on the top floor of this
Bigwig record executive's office in Nashville, Tennessee
Now
when your words ain't strong enough to please the crowd
And the ones close to you, hugs, no longer reach around
And every dollar made, owed, no matter
to the moon and the stranger
And your fall by the sword love affair with Erroll Flynn
in these times of compassion when conformity's in fashion
Say one more
to the moon and the stranger
And your fall by the sword love affair with Erroll Flynn
in these times of compassion when conformity's in fashion
Say one more
you that it would
A great big wall has come between us
And I wouldn't even love you if I could
So don't think it ain't been fun cause it ain't
Don't
Keeping it G ain't nuttin, you ain't gotta like it cause the hood gone love it
You ain't gotta like it 'cause the hood gone love it
Watch a young
my wrist off in the bowl, I need a cast (skrrt, skrrt)
It ain't no stash if you ain't got nothin' in the stash
Quarantine thick, he tryna give me
to the good
You here by yourself, baby? (She here for you, Morris)
Oh, yeah, what's my name
You know
Huh? (Ooh, I love this)
What's my name, baby? (It's
ain't enough for this game that i'm in
If i can make a-hundred G's then i can make a
million
Rice and Baby in a loader fuckin around with them
hoes
saying?
R.I.P B.I.G, nigga R.I.P P.A.C, R.I.P
I got my nigga 50 Cent, yo, this is how it feel, how to rob a industry nigga
Don't take this shit 'cause we
enough support by the belt for niggas
All about business, fuck beef, that ain't me
But Ill still make a nigga go to sleep if he trippin
I do what I want
dream on dreamboat, let my love light ride
Steam on steamboat to the other side
Cast the line, check the fuse
save some time, this ain't no pleasure
Big smoke big leaves that cocaina
Big nigga big money in my demeanor
International business handle it by the liter
It's Mr. Watson when you see me nice
floppin'
New shit looking like it's knocking
Rap game, not a game, well I ain't broke so it's cast off
Really I been keepin' shit a hunnid like the Cubbie
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