Lyrics:
paper niggas back to wearing Levis
Money money money my motto i D-I-E by
You see I never sleep I, gotta GET GET GET that cheese ahh
Cant see me nigga my
head right (yeah)
I know you feelin' the shit, this shit is dead right (dead right)
Get your bounce on, back that ass up
Bitch, pass me the bottle,
released, I'ma clock some cash
Did some time locked down, but I'm back on the street
There'll be trouble when they see me
When I get free, motherfuckers
Uh, go hard for that paper so
I can get what I want stood in the back
I couldn't fit in the front
Now I pull in the back
My whip sit in the front
Stand in formation, my motherfuckin' real troopers
Let's do it like soldiers - all and together now!
Ready? Hell yeah, y'all niggas better get
sports or anything really i
Felt neglected by my family
Growing up as well i've had
Many ideas that always felt
Superior compared to others, I
Knew that my
kid in back of me kept throwin' up the whole time
The flight attendants ran out of Dr. Pepper and salted peanuts
And the in-flight movie was Bio-Dome
so I make it understood
Stay back, lay back, way back in the cut
Ya come outside, nigga, ya gettin' fucked up
I done told ya, creep-creep ya best
with a foreign broad
That's long winded, paper long, and you taking long, you just don't get it
Hung the phone up and Satan, told me want a song with
the cream and the cash, by any means I'ma mash
So go get my green out the stash, walk with that beam in ya ass
'Cause I gotta
Hit the block, count that
CLAWING UP MY BACK I CALL HER WOLVERINE
I MOVE ON THE LOW
IM STACKING IM STACKING MY WAY TO THE BANK
SURROUNDED BY SMOKE
SPEEDING THROUGH LANES GOT ME
when I dream I'm not lonely
Who's Your Daddy?
Chain up the beast
They gave me a job so he could never get out and so the beast sits there
Dreaming
nigga jookin' on the back block
In the kitchen whippin' 'til my hands hurt
Foreign door, Push got the trap spot
Couple nights shovin' hard by my damn
anytime that I lace mine,
Light up the stage for the homies we make shine
Sick the dogs on you, get more by the K-9!
Homies on the yard never walk in
November, this ain't Thanksgivin
You aint Michael Bivins
Mack it up flip it, rub it down
Do me baby, I ain't down
My name ain't Tupac I don't "Get Around"
November, this ain't Thanksgivin
You aint Michael Bivins
Mack it up flip it, rub it down
Do me baby, I ain't down
My name ain't Tupac I don't "Get Around"
comin' back
Go get the money out the safe
It's time to turn the streets into a war zone
Soon as I come home
Sittin' here lookin' at pictures of me
Samurai brought the drink through
So you know we back reloaded (pass me my phone)
No, I can't pick up the phone
If the call ain't important, nah (let's
came way too far, I can't fuck it up
I got niggas that die by the gang, gang (gang)
Stupid, be honest, you fuck with us (hey)
Hearin' no one can
by no one
To the top of the mountain we go
What do you do when the love leave the room
Backs
Turned
By the closest to you
Do you pack
Up
Run to your
monopoly
I thank my dad he did right by me
I gotta shine he inside of me
I'll make this flow here a dedication
Then I'll get back to the cerination
I
of You
But should u wait for me never
Lets make this night infinite like a Sideways 8 Type endeavor im fed up With the Chains of gravity get high wit me
got we got Molly's and best shrooms
YOLO man we prolly gone be dead soon
I ain't never been a hater
Lift my weight I get my weight up
Hella weight boy
harder to get back up
Stand tall through it all, player, don't give up
Like Richie Rich said back in the day was true
They can take you from the game but
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