Lyrics:
a man for the shit that
I'm toking it's super rare
Inducing fear off the shit
Written need scuba gear
When I flow leave em submerged
40 deep in a hole
40
a playa
Way I work through the check I Shoulda been a calculator
I'm so cold with this shit, count it in the refrigerator
Jewelry store, green bob bought
Shoulda been a calculator
I'm so cold with this shit, count it in the refrigerator
Jewelry store, green bob bought my first Cartier
Threw em 30 thou
Uh
Uh huh
Uh huh
Uh
Uh huh
Uh huh
Aye
Aye
Yo mama kicked me out her house
Just cuz i'm tighter than her blouse
I'm Tom, she Jerry
Flyer than Fairy
Rather die enormous than live dormant
That's how I'm on it
That's the Jay-Z lyric that I'm living by
I promise
Gotta take that leap and don't look
Look
the east bay
Tell them hoes that I'm with hoes
Jose in the Uhaw truck, finna ship that yay
Tell them hoes that I got that pack
Fat dope man I rolled that
the right amount, I'll front you
I talk this shit 'cuz I'm bout this shit
Ain't no way I could run a way out this shit
[Chorus]
[Verse Two]
I got 4-0 dawgs
Pop another pill and hit the purp
Feel like I'ma jump off of a building
Drinking till I'm puking on the curb
Acting like I ain't got any children
I'm sippin' that purple rain
Don't blow my high
[Incomprehensible] me, you don't know my life
Nigga, don't blow my high, don't blow my high
When I'm
It's ok if you run
cnd by the way you gimme brain
cin't no way that you dumb
I'm all about my chivalry
I open your door
cnd we can test your flexibility
to slide by myself, like I'm a only child
I'm bout to slide by myself, like I'm the only child
I can't even fuck with that lil bitch, cause she like black
copy shit
Nah, but I'm realizing what my biggest problem is
Tryna find direction, on just how to get on top of it
Establishing Oseoba by depositing my
locked until the morning
I'mma do by 23
What they couldn't do by 40
Got a shorty with a Beamer
Her ex-boyfriend was a cheater
So I'm driving while she's
V128 Woman 3 Finkelstein
By the way, I’m 54, age discrimination I won’t ignore.
V130 Fanny
Go on Mrs. Finkelstein, you have the floor…
V131 Woman 3
them fat racks
If that's a groupie my nigga you can have that
You ain't my dog or my twin you ain't nun of that
That's what's wrong with y'all niggas,
All I ever wanted was a kilo
Till they hit my little nigga with the rico
Fat Trel, Maybach Murda Gang
Mastermind, double M
Nigga tell me how you
I'm marinated by the beat, I need to flow
My hands clasped and my knees to the floor
I'm trying to stomach everything I need a bowl
And I'ma keep
mother
I pull a forty out and pour some for your little brother
I'm steady staring at your sister, I'll tell you this
You know for only 13, she got some
He just yells, "Shut the fuck up, bitch, this Tom guy is serious"
I hoped you would kill it, I'm always a optimist
Thought your response would be
the remix, its an honor my n*gga
I made rap one blood, that say I'm signin' wit Jigga
I got rappers gettin' mad at me
I got these new jack rappers tryna clap
a kid like Vizio!
He know!
I move them packs by the kilo!
I'm just keeping that shit on the down low!
Know I stay!
Chillin uh!
Got it uh!
Yeah got it
and I don't quit
I get pushed to the limit, and yo that's it
Step by step, I put an end to your fun
Cause I'm the chosen one, yes me my son
A young kid
hand before I get dressed
I'm counting up I can't do check to check they playing checkers while I'm playing chess
Riding round 40 glock concealed
Won't
(hahaha)
Sayin' I'm underrated, who made the ratings anyway?
Hundred million dollar thinker, you won't just pay me anything (uh)
Forty one millimeters,
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