Lyrics:
bothered by no feelings
I scratch a x and call my bank and handle bitness
Im in the city where they love me I can feel it
What I got left at that home is not
ride by, i got OCD
Rolling 'round to your whole CD
And I ain't hear a motherfucking
Word to relate to
You ever get love out of Pine
Hills or the east
pimpin' stop hatin'
Get your shine on, get your shine on
Get your shine on, you know we gonna make it
They say I walk around like I got an S on my chest
duckin
[Verse 1]
I started from a rock, then move to a chip
Nowadays I'm the Birdman bitch
I ain't never had nothin that share the same dish
We
I just wave my wand Juandissimo
I flex Juandissimo
I got your bitch Juandissimo
Fuck that greasy hoe
My pocket cheese on pizza roll
I still eat it
on the mirror for me
That's why I pick and choose, I don't get shit confused
I got a small circle, I'm not with different crews
We walk the same path, but got
knocking on door deep in night
Prisoner number 804
Once minister fought for truth
He got paid with a prisoner suit
Prisoner nr 804
In a cell nine by eleven
Fresh, laced me wit this beat
You know (yeah)
You under smell it
We got's to get some money baby
Ma I got to look good
We got to get this cheese nigga
WBLK
Recently I discovered a musical activist
Goes by the name Mechanick. Dope!
As I was doing field research for some uhhh...
You know some assorted
out it
My plateau so high when surround by stars bitch I shine the brightest
I sleep on myself how I eat got me catching itis
Pause for a moment
Dumb it
and my chest
My initials in her head rest, real
Head rest, head rest, man
I got her on bed rest x ray vision, man
You better wear a lead vest
Mack daddy
Tell them boys I'll be here when they come for me
Me and every single nigga that got love for me
See I got money on my mind but haters won't leave
at?)
Remix
Welcome to my hood
Everybody know everybody
And if I got it, everybody got it, uh
Welcome to my hood
Look at all these old school
Strike pinups I ain't bowling
My ex trolling up in Poland
Find an accent who ass swollen
Like me all by her colon
Money favorite drug got a paper plug
ain't got no patience for some shit that's introspective
So where in the fuck that leave me? Irrelevant, I guess
Went from Heaven-sent to hella bent,
'm Birdman in blue Chucks, watch my fuckin' shoes
I'm Suge Knight, I'm J. Prince, I'm like, "Fuck the rules"
I'm Austin Rosen, I'm Jonah Berger
This ain't
to my face (Got to)
Well we the ones they love to hate, ayy, shouts out to the gang (Shout)
Shout goes to Stunna Man (Birdman, Stunna Man)
We show
Then I saw a ting
Who that is
Rubbing my hands like Birdman
Out here on these niggas man
Ashy as hell
We gone get classy though
We gone get classy
Sauced
Yea
Look Street verified, I ain't worried bout nothing
Plug with the Birdman, I ain't worried bout stunting
Got a bitch from Oklahoma, with a line
If you ain't got some money for
Me what you callin' for me
I been betrayed by some niggas I
Love and I still love 'em
But it's finna be a hot ass
If you ain't getting money,
you's a crazy motherfucker (got to be a crazy motherfucker)
I ain't getting money, I'm probably a crazy motherfucker (lord
the goods
Line it on up, guarantee you get served
Lil' Chris, said run it
So I ran and told her
I'm a cash money young'n,
Bird-man junior
Just
And the smirk on my face that
I'm havin my way with this shit
(Oh yeah)
I look like Birdman
Rubbing my palms together, yeah
I got the gang wit me, huh
We came in
rat races
I kept hope apace
Coz I’ve got a greater mace
[CHORUS:]
I saw the blood in my hood
No way they’d stop, No way …
The blood in my hood
No way
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