Lyrics:
in my prime nigha
They like me switching up on Trot, he doing time Nigha
My grandma 95, I'm trapping in these 95s
I drop a bag on 10 to 4, like fuck
face
Put you in your damn grave
Gunslinger John Wayne
Out of my face
Put you in your damn grave
Yeaaaaa
The sun don't shine and the guns don't sleep
Wake a nigga ass up like he got somewhere to be
Yeah (ya dig?)
Ha, ayy (and let the world know), and by
life to feel strong in a world where ain't nothing right it's probably wrong but I must be doing something right
HOOK
If they know my name then I must
My cup runneth over with pinot grigio, hold up
You bogus in the lambo if you ain't lifting the door up
You bogus poppin' pills if you ain't pickin
happy me, I want what's coming to me
What's coming to you?
The worId, chico, and everything in it"
World wide motherfucking mob figures
Weed smoking, gun
A nigga barely over twenty, where the hell we gon' live?
Where am I gon' get that money
I refuse to bring my boy or my girl in this world
When I ain't
the engine, head by the transmission
And I be right where I am mista
Me and my damn pistol
Me and my girlfriend
In this world alone, so bring it on
And umma
the crack in the jar and he shook right
And im the nigga standin over the stove
Wit a good price wit a b? ride bitch
Drive bricks an book flights
Good by bad
stopping he
Kid, nigga what you supposed to be
Bubbly flows and that I'm toastin' he
In the ground, yeah I'm growin'
On my mind yeah, I flow when I sleep
a nigga doing life if he had another chance
But then again there's always the wicked that knew in advance
Dance forever with the devil on a cold cell
of the night,
In that building it sounded like a mass orgy.
I may have only been eleven,
But no-one had to tell me what all that moaning and yelling was
don't give a lovely motherfuck piece to my nigga Wayne
Mm
They took peace from the little man
Uh
They took a big piece of his little land
So
He put a big
Inspired by Biggie lyrics
Black timbs & hoodies
Just feel good
In my spirit
I've manifested
Devilish handsome
Banter
Keep it smooth
Like I'm Frasier
I'm
showboatin' in my long johns, uh
You do not be on what you say on you on, nigga (you don't)
You do not live where you say you live, nigga
You don't hold
the basement brother
We made these rappers chase what we're doing
Thank you from the bottom of my heart sincerely
And all the fans that stuck around since day
the new sense
Hire one more soldier, call me Huey Newton
I got an eye for talent, I handle recruitment
Rhyme in & rhyme out, looking for college students
My
aint never lie
In this world its do or die
Better keep that glttt by ya side
Them people praying that you fall
They don't wanna see you rise
like this
{Lil Wayne}
full of that danger in all black like this
and if a nigga want some more then we be back like this, what?
{Lord
Just let us rock, you!
Got waterbed sets in my limousine
And everytime I'm seen I got to be clean
I tour around the world, to make the people dance
Dell, murderess world wind of wit
Get the worse of I break it down bit by bit
Yet, a nerve my graphics cause seizures you slur, and your memory
alright I'd never shed another tear
If I could only stop this cockroach from swimming in my beer
He's doing the backstroke
He's doing the crawl
He's
believe in me
Niggas don’t know ‘bout them days I was a lil jit they don’t know what real schemin’ means
I hope you doing okay my shoes pay your mom rent
feelings, only catch flights
Tryna get in yo ho'only, here for one night
She kno' I'm a dog, but she kno’ I won't bite
I'm on my shit, u ain't doing it righ’
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