Lyrics:
need the Philly money, we had a link)
(What you want?) (cash money, the jewels, and the car)
(Who you hit?) (everything from the chickens to the stars)
wack, they all see me
Warm up two like some hot car seats
By the end of this year, I'll buy a TV
I'll be on TV, on a tall HD
I'm living that life and I
ludicrous
And For you funny style guys
I'd advise you to change ya tune
When you dealing with a lunatic
There's a couple of rules we go by
No papers
of the car
Cause I’m ‘Space Bound’, you taught me to shoot for the stars
‘Rap God’ was the song that got me on your trail
2013, my life was switched, my first
They finally let the dish and the pan
Hit us all with some cash
Let me get to Virginia, link up with Timbaland
Now I'm bustin' they ass
Now they callin'
like Franklins
In my blood like glucose, word up like kudos
Backyard in the mud summer sun where I grew those
Cos sinkers hit the buge's, drinkers hit
friend was killed by a drunk driver
The guy got out of his car
And shot my friend in the face
'Cause I'm beginning to feel
Like a black god, black guy
to feature a rap artist
But most of the rappers
They don't like to rap about politics man
They only want to rap about cars
Girls, alcohol you know
And we
outselling you
By 29 I had three albums that had blew
Now let's talk about somethin' I don't really do
Go in someone's daughter's mouth stealin' food
But
my favorite album
A plate of salmon, the Cayman Islands, a stripper dancer
If I don't get the car first, I'll have a temper tantrum
I'm
(Spoken by the Gangsta)
Hmmph! A dedication to all them homeboys a
Nd all them homegirls out there that done passed away
Dirty boys dedicate this
I'm going mad- call it road rage
No Games, No Games
The time to adapt to this new phase,
This new album gonna cause flames
Can't take the heat? Get out
to your indictment
Whether or not you like it, still, number one I hype it
Your album, rewrite it
How many MC's, wannabemceez
Never be MC's, cause
a molly, now they kiss each other
Every time I fuck I gotta hit me least like two bitches
For that dope he whipped, you need a new wrists
Foreign car
Ermstar on the Track
Up in the morning by 6
Not on the gram scrolling through pics
But I’m busy writing my album
Makin original shit like Netflix
I ain't worried about tweets
Ain't no other sound just the car as it creaks
And the soft top roof, I ain't sitting in the seats
Treat the back seat,
this deal, I just bought moms a new crib
And it's all good
I feel like bringing my car by ?killing?
I feel like letting 'em just bust that bitch out
a single hand
I got 50 songs so imma name the album many men
The way I see it I get rich or die trying
Get it by any means so best believe that I'm eyeing
wannabes
Most of you niggas is under mes, I'mma give ya ass some to see
My car don't have car keys, my crib got palm trees
Pussy smell like sardine you,
it's coming from, another album number one
SYN bits released so we start a flood and let it run
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Hey it's
it's coming from, another album number one
SYN bits released so we start a flood and let it run
Skip the introduction to enter this discussion
Hey it's
the inforcer'
Mass murder motherfuckers in a course of
An everyday situation where I would stalk by
Fuck the car, I do a motherfucking walk-by
Eazy-E
Hey Lotus, when'd you hit that plug
One more week till I turn my fucking album in
Smoking weed, yeah I take my fucking vitamins
Making bread like all
on that track by association
Tried to argue, hit his noggin, gave him education
He need some medication, he got dislocation (yeah)
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