Lyrics:
for the .40 cal
All this positive shit and really I'm hardly different
Thinkin' I might end up in a cell right by these niggas
My mind started
that I couldn't get signed when I was rappin' it
And told me I couldn't do songs when I was battlin'
They told me that I couldn't be trap, I started
the last straw
Year started out with such lofty plans
One by one they slipped right through your hands
Limp to the finish thorn stuck in your paw
This year
Err, come on
brr
What? What?
Brr
Ayo, ayo (err)
I'm in the hood (ah), eighty k house, million dollar neck (uh-huh, ah)
Shot off two hundred
the ride
This Christmas
I ain't got no wishlist
I got you by my side
Love that shines so bright
Started with a look
His brown eyes
Didn't know he had me
They killin niggas like they huntin, so I stay up in the house
We ain’t rocking wit em then, an we ain’t rocking wit em now
An they started all
will be dealt with in time
It ain't a mystery how I form the words in rhyme
In nineteen hundred and ninety square
All shook niggas is supposed to have
will be dealt with in time
It ain't a mystery how I form the words in rhyme
In nineteen hundred and ninety square
All shook niggas is supposed to have
Damn, my brand new Benz
Thinkin' 'bout my so called friends
And why should I make amends when they crossed the nina and sin
Again and again
on the paper when we be up in the kitchen
When we thinkin' about the money on the steady come up and I got the niggas
That be ready for whatever with a whole
how I'm balling
That I'm just getting started
Yeah, I took an advance
Put 20 keys in the projects
Had to scoop my lieutenant
Had to make my deposit's
here
So don't approach or hope to be the man of the year"
I said, listen, dear, or rabbit or whatever the hell you be
I'm not the one to embarrass but
scooby doo,
And guess what, America, we love you
'Cause you rocked and a rolled with so much soul,
You could rock 'til a hundred and one years old
I
I was 16 when I started off in the Lionz Den
I was rhyming against a nigga twice my
Age but I was fire then
Before you, Yung I I I
Cortez even Rich
You became a father at 19, not by choice
Started taking family portraits and going on family picnics at 20
Life flashed before your eyes before you
of water for niggas sleepin on me
Came up i was flippin them quarters like referees lil homie
Flo is on bucket of water
100,000 Flows started wit a buck n
on liquor
I had women on women
Yeah that's bunk bed bitches
I've done lived more than an eighty year old man still kickin'
Cause they live for some
time
I got bricks for sale, Let's go fellas
I'll pay you by the hour, I shouldn't be standing here
Money, power, then you get the women
A Hundred
At your altitude you see the moon
Feelin' like I've gone three hundred sixty-five
Barely alive and nearly back where I started
Years pass, people change,
the drop
On my way out to her house I started noticing cops,
Somethin tellin me to turn around and follow these dudes,
Normally I wouldn't consider but out
no one so I oughta make up for the years
By putting in a thousand over hundred on your fucking ears!
How in the hell am I supposed to explain to my
my hip
Still ready to fuck with the smell of dick on your lips
I started thinkin with my dickhead, man, that big red
Pushy-ass pussy, it's
gotta leave this whole hundred empty
Turn they set day picnic to Hell's Kitchen
Fire engines flying by imagine a momma crying
Holding her son he was
now they reap what I sow
Over two months late, 25 in escrow
Two years later now, tell me how you feel
Fall like Rome, all lead, no steel
Couple
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