Lyrics:
Government of the people
For the people
By the people
Earlier today a Broward County appellate court judge has
Upheld the previous ruling
to give up
You repeatedly suck
You in the league of a duck
You a measly schmuck
If you was speedily struck by a GMC truck
I wouldn't give one flying
to Miami for the album so you know it's poppin
We on the water wildin
Living by the code of silence
She flickin up and all my niggas hiding
Rodney doing 95
ice, you walk by, you get a wind chill (ice, ice)
Yeah, they call me Big Foog, you know I do a big drill (mob)
I ain't do a drive-by, bitch, I did
a couple hundo
Big mansion with a double front do'
Pretty young thang in a new condo
Pray to God, stay rich, stay humble
I got big bank casing
By the time you make one I'll be on ten
Hit the studio nigga, and do it again
To the beat y'all, and it don't stop
It goes on cause I don't stop
there's something I feel strongly about,
Then I'll discuss it,
And if I only make one album before I kick the bucket?
I'll hold that album to my heart in my
DJ Khaled
DJ Terror Squad
And he goes by the name of
You got the right one, it's Weezy fuckin' baby
And if your woman lookin', I'll let
By the time you hear this song
It's gon be too late
The album been done dropped
You gotta listen to what I gotta say
Gunshots ringing off in
view of my obstacles in my opticals
Breaking down the game like a molecule
With this album no flopping failing ain’t optional
Ten toes down to move
thinking, man that shit trash
Why lay the shit
You said Cosmic Kev gay as shit
Cause he ain't never play your shit
If you ain't mean it, why you say the shit
(Fuck)
Why the fuck is you runnin'? Boy, I'ma hawk you down
Bitch think her baby daddy tough, he gettin' bossed around
Free unky, caught him with
millimeter cock test, wan fi' test?
And the winner is
Y'all niggas know the rules
I blast on niggas so
My fist never bruise
Land-still-cruise, Frank
millimeter cock test, wan fi' test?
And the winner is
Y'all niggas know the rules
I blast on niggas so
My fist never bruise
Land-still-cruise, Frank
keep it started
Yeah, yeah, violater the album
Go, go, go!!
[l boogie]
This is for my mob and my thug niggas
Ruff ryder bug niggas, def jam website
Everyone's different
So what I want, you might not want
Visa versa, yeah who Don't
G-H
Who don't wanna be rich? (Who?)
Who don't wanna be big
Heard the doctors brought him back to life, it mustn't of been time
They wonder why I always had my knife, why do you think I'm
Big steppin' '24, no
deal big nigga had to buy a big plate
If you ain't up a fifty ball you need to get yo shit straight
This one going on the album fuck a damn mix tape,
But
mad homie,
Then homie I understand,
And if you’re mad,
Then homie say that then.
My people know what I am saying.
Been through it all y’all,
I guess
Plotting shit like I'm a schemer
With my music going deeper
I've been contemplating all my actions
Why the hell I'm doing this
Couldn't seem to get no
jump into backflips like Jedis
Black little rascal dissin dips at White Castle
Got love doctors baffled why bitches ride me like a saddle
(How does he
Anything for a dollar, they tell me get 'em, I got 'em
I did it without an album
I did shit with Mariah
Lil' nigga, I'm on fire
Icy as a hockey rink,
which night y'all niggas talkin' about?
(Griselda)
Uh
(Hit-Boy)
Congratulate me now, all this paper gon' change me how?
Fly nigga, all these
Understand rich and wealthy why they call it
Don't impress those broker than me, forget ballin
This is my diagnosis
Amplify where you don't focus
This is my
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