Lyrics:
I used to rap about fuck and now I rap about fucking
Walk in with Nikes and run out with Louis
Now I walk in Hermes while I'm rocking hot mommies
In
Why you actin' like you trappin' when you blatantly not
You just baitin' at your vehicle and makin' it hot
I got zedz of the raw and I got flake by
Yeah, is the tune on? oh, it's on basically
I got Streets in the booth with me
Dedication trois
Now let me talk my shit
Fresh up out the water like
fruit (ooh)
Wet like water, can I love on you?
Withdrawals, I'm feelin' different, every day I need a dose
Every now and then I'm missin', I got my
Pierce)
She be beggin' for this dick, I'm like
"Here" (Damn, here)
Got the top, then I left, now I'm weird
(Now I'm weird)
Rolls-Royce sittin' tall, I
season
Feelin' like I'm dreamin', shinin' every weekend
All they know is that I was broke, then I got a brand new coupe
Louis V's on my shoes, fuckin'
weed
'cause they don't want no smoke
God can strike me down right now
If I ain't off a four
I just toss it in the air and
Watch 'em scoop it off
boo
She a peng ting, give her wedding ring, I holler through the phone, then you let it ring
I got you iced out, got you all this bling, and now I wrote
walk with the world kickin' they back, yeah
She say she want a five-star meal (yeah)
If it come with head, then it's a five-star deal
She say, shit,
it's the land of trouble
Brooklyn, home of the greatest rappers
B.I.G. comes first, then the Queen comes after
Now put your lighters up
Bed-Stuy,
8 balls, not no pool
If you ask me his name then I don't have a clue (whoa)
Make 'em hit the folks every time that I shoot
Too much money, I'm evil
harmed by
What I've said? What moral defection
Have I suggested? No, i
Don't want to chicken out now come on, pal
The clock's running
All right, then
homies
Why? Cause all the homies on me
Hey yo all the digital gonna have to do for now
But I'ma break it down when I get by your town
I love it girl
to do for now
But I'ma break it down when I get by your town
I love it, girl
The way you bring your light into this room
I love it, girl
The way your
a nigga bitch and now he on the gram sick as fuck
Boy that been yo bitch for year took a day for me to buss
If my brotha call my phone then you know I'm
She changed her number i stay updated
She smoke every day, hit me up when she faded now
She said i'm the greatest now
Do you believe when i say it now
see me dubbin' shit
Mama had five boys, me, I was the middle child
By the age of thirteen, bitch, I was young and wild
Caught my first case, then I
coat cost me two birds, designed by Virgil
Put on diamond rings with Pierre Moss, might put some ice on every tooth
Was somewhere in that studio, don't
Start off by saying that I am the greatest then question myself what kinda great is this
We live in a state of hell I'm in a state of mind
Where I
Bape
Then jump out the face
Then jump out the face
Money gon' stack and this money gon' fall
Came from the hood now we jump out of states
Peep all
now, I'm in this room alone and I cannot get out
How could I love myself ever again?
Only saved by this pen, always kill myself rapping of back thens
I
to be broke and then I looked to god and prayed (straight facts)
Gave me a sign now I move a different way (left and right)
Flew to LA, got 3 houses by
with that white, boy
Bitch I'm Obie Trice
Now I could smack him wit' an
Open fist then choke his bitch
Then draw on Cass'
(cast) but not how high school
If my oppers pull up then my niggas go blick em the Drac like a pit the way I make it sic em
Now she wanna fuck me cause I'm rocking designer I been
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