Lyrics:
right some ppl don’t know how to act gotta get the code cracked while my money gettin stacked like how do I attract?
With my mind to be exact - learnin
You say
One for the trouble
Two for the time
Come on, y'all, let's rock the
Yes, yes, y'all
Freak, freak, y'all
Funky beats, y'all
Then you
You say
One for the trouble
Two for the time
Come on, y'all, let's rock the
Yes, yes, y'all
Freak, freak, y'all
Funky beats, y'all
Then you
Timbs is small
Can't buy trees with government cheese
I rather be where its breeze, niggas bubbling ki's
My moms got two jobs one on her knees
and writin
know shit
Gettin on my nerves
'cause everyone claims they know us from the baller to the bump by the curb
But they don't know K-why
But know this, that
it's like (phew)
Tried to wake up early, snoozed 'til noon and got it off by two
You ask, do I stop? Do the clock?
Feel like Loc Dog, should I do
limit-limitless
Yeah, I put my shoes on, ready to get my move on
Let's make some money man, so sickodies have a cue pause
Don't like your job? Get a new one
It's
why I'm not impressed, tell you why
'Cause you still owe me money from a year ago
When your bitch ass cryin' about your Lamborghini gettin
gettin' money, so fuck what these bitches say
Always recordin', I'm droppin' a hit a day
Started with crumbs, now I'm makin' some bigger plays
Step up
doing
Mind on my business
You know what I'm saying?
Gettin' my money what up with
You everything that good? Aight
Is that right?
Y'all niggas better go
With powder like a can of comet
Two or three runners and a Pyrex
We supervillains to the music business
I'm gettin' too specific on what
I do in
as soon as I say YEAHHH, everybody comin with me
[Verse Two]
I gotta have the fresh shit dat {?} me
Ho you ain't gettin in 'less you show some ID
I'm
dats what they like
Leather seats, gettin fucked on the beach
Nigga hit u fo two hours and put u to sleep
But u like dat huh dats what they like
Oh u
the truth, so help you God?
(SPM)
Yeah
First Verse:
I'll begin when I started gettin' violent, sir
Screwin' in my muthafuckin' silencer
I grabbed my 'stol,
image, so he couldn't deny the kid was his
He did five, for two-eleven, now he back on the streets
Need money? Got a job so his family could eat
No
banging
The town of macks is gettin way hot now
Police be tappin my phone and getting me locked down
But it's an everyday thang if you slang
20 zips gone in
the alpha to ya omegas
Why'all gettin nosy like my old neighbors
Did he blow? Do he drive?
Talk about me every time I pass by
Sippin my wine with
by the fools
Throwin up my squad, holdin up high for the crew
You know how we do...
Yeah, it's plain, simple, I got a plan, go get this money
card in your fuckin life
You don't any means to make fuckin money
[thug] What? What the fuck you talkin bout mayn?
[Keith] You fuckin stupid, plantella
education" Just cut financial aid
Stop givin money to schools with bad grades
They'll all go back to the slums 'cause their school money fell through
What's all the noise about?
Have some respect shut the fuck up
Driveby money talkin shit yo back the truck up
Y'all niggaz don't respect me but
the peasants
Too clever by half, halftime down twenty
I'm not that good at math, but common sense, I got plenty
(It's fuckin' over)
In person, these
wit'cha heart of gold
While I was rappin' and singing you started slangin' and bangin'
But with money comes greed saw your heart it was changin'
Niggaz
1, 2, fuck this place up.
We turn desire to fire electric spark to the wire
Highered the stakes when we brought this monster
Life prevail
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