Lyrics:
to the DJ, tell 'em Staten Island's
In the house, put the record on replay
Get your nose blowned off by the fifth, uh
You wanna be there, layin' all
and take a ride
Wanna see you for a minute
So let's link up
Link up
Sick of all the texting
Tryna hear your voice in person
Call your phone ain't get no
the stone
In a new bezel
They dropped the base in the hood (What)
Just to get niggas in trouble
Throw 'em in institutions (Uh huh)
5 cents an hour (Damn)
What's your favorite scary movie?
Yo, Slim Shady (yo, Royce 5'9")
Y'all wanna make a movie? (What, what?)
We got the film right here
Yeah, I'm
is hungry, I need me a lighter
Rollin and rollin, my life is a coaster you cannot relate
My time is so limited, gotta stay grinding till I get the cake
we on the scoreboard, winners, (Ya)
Get on my knees with God that's why I'm having peace with God (God)
Problem solver, so your issue you can leave
a iPad Wit the iCloud lock I said no ma'am
Then she said I need some credit gimme two grams
I Need my chalupas by the 1st or I'm going ham
She said your
masculine without acting a fool
Be insecure of your insecurities
Because ya’ll
Really cuz ya
Really be looking stupid
And that’s just my two cents
Don’t get
with this I bet all my life on a dream so I gotta go get it
I'm working as hard as I can
With a broken b still in the band
Yeah I wanna give momma
Don't fuss we seein eye to eye
I push the 6 and pass by you're 5
And rush hour in ya ride
Your girl by my side
We gon crush tonight right?
ray j chorus:
hard to get by
And that's why, when you're young in the streets
You gotta live and let die
Some say this ain't the life to choose
Rage is
and synchronize
Latch onto me and connect to ropes
Swinging me by division
Yeah swinging 59 percent
Yeah and ya get my 41 more
Yeah see number go more
Yeah it's
Praying for the Lord's blessings, hoping that they don't miss me
Life's like a game of Tetris, gotta take it piece by piece
Looking for the keys to success,
Off either
Live my life like underwater
Gas all in your lungs
Have a gagging on the dick
We don't take no breathers
Shoutout my mama nem
Gotta
to Casio
Your jams ain't def, you ain't fresh, you're so-so
If you don't know us by now you'll never know
You set that mood when we groove and prove
you gotta do to get by, and if you wanted to
freelance I don’t know why you ever applied to a 9 to 5
And so I took bereavement, when your love for me
most likely wouldn't approve it
Lyrics musically abuse your brain the way the words be bouncing back and forth
Always gotta bring it full circle before
our groove
My magic man my Brooklyn boy I wonder
I rub your shoulders and impress that you was under
Late night rides out to sunrise
Catch
the Mighty Mos Def
White folks gotta mumbled the chorus beneath they breathe
(I didn't say it)
But they'll say it out loud again
When they get with they
from the bottom gotta taste of the dirt
Overcome by a crave and a thirst
For all my demons to be slayed in a verse
Safe to assert that it worked
So put
still gone leave
Lined up in matrimony, but
I know this just can't be
See I gotta move
Bust down now I'm back in my groove
Take her back now she dripping
can get killed like
Bitch, I'm cool with the nugs
You my twin, but you hang with the opps
I'ma put these pussies in a box
If you die, you gone die by
on a song
Now I gotta leave, naw I gotta go
I gotta leave
Begging and pleading won't help
I want you on your knees yeah
(Uh)
You gotta know
You fucking
Shawty hit me when you get off
Come straight here and take your shit off
Get on this train and don't you stop don't get off
Of this, until
You
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