Lyrics:
And a perfectly appropriate term of endearment
But I've memorized every facial expression
Every verbal expression that you've ever shared with me
Cuz I like looking
Bought it in full the whip you drive a lease
Government money going straight to me
I get the bag then I multiply by the 10s and 20s and 50s and 100s again
I feel like 50 in 02
My story stay changin by the way it's supposed to
My new bitch bad and my old bitch old news
Don't believe none of that shit
yu a bitxh,and we know that yu a snitch,so stop talking like u wit it,
Draco for a ARPeezy,nighas shoot'n up houses,gon n Sob I'm by the tree,soon
dicky I keep me a blicky I call up my bros smashin hoes in the city
Ain't gettin hunnids by talkin bout 50's, you can't forget P when you talkin bout
Hey America, there's a war going on
In case you didn't know
Hey America, if you're wondering,
You were the ones who told us to go
Hey America, while
a harvest gypsy
The gondolas and railway lines
Filled with men when it is time
Drawn by the orange and the lime
All the harvest gypsies
They hate it when
wish you happiness
Wish her the very best
Fifty thousand dollar dress
Shaking hands with your highness
See through you like cellophane
You watch
the frontend 'fore I pick up the backend
I need a mil', nigga, fuck a hundred grand, man
I can't kick it with you niggas, I ain't Jackie Chan, man
Nigga
go now
Stick to the plan
I can't be caught by the law
Who that wait they never saw
My hand went straight to your jaw
Pedal stay right
I still won’t be satisfied
Hot spitter
With that shine, no glitter
Spit truth, I don’t lie cuz a guy hate filters
50k champagne so he living huh?
when you Living by the lake
Look Ima steady nigga moving at a fast past
Everybody tryna get a bag, you in last place
I put money in my car Nigga it's
Loving who bitch I'm plucking you
Its just another day
Feel like I'm falling off
So I gotta make a play
Get 3 hoes in we make a quick
Overnight to the c
were fine
And the pictures…
You see it wasn’t wise…
And we imbibed in rum, engaged in games of chance
We was cool under fire but careless with them
were fine
And the pictures…
You see it wasn’t wise…
And we imbibed in rum
Engaged in games of chance
We was cool under fire
but careless with them
All I've ever wanted is for shit to be easy.
I'd like to get by with no effort at all.
I can't expect society to pretty-fucking-please me.
Yo, who
this way
Plug shit
Got me dripping sauce obey
Patience perseverance
Playing with a lot of paper now
Fuck around playing
Have ya man's come lay you
at you very violent
Still that vibe is very melancholy
Black Holland Opus fully focused
On a crescendo finissimo el finito
Cant no one fuck with this amigo
I can just to get by
Deadin' the thoughts of suicide
Suicide Plague my mind
I could never really do that shit
Who am I to deny
This life god gave me
marchin' the streets
Rallies ’round the world feeling wholeheartedly
Cos my peeps are the ones who keep getting slaughtered by police
Colin Kaep way ahead
faith been on OD
Put my hand on the Bible
Just to show you me and God
Work hand in hand
If you try to harm me
You'll get touched by the holy hand
the scent of freedom. While scrounging, he came across a gentleman and scholar―who was also a businessman―and he was selling the sun.
Sun, son, sun, son,
second/you clap back
This is 50 vs/Ja Rule
cnd you know/who won/This is fun
Making fun/of these/dumb/
cnonymous/negative/oppositions/
Didn't know they exist/
I cut school so I could rap on the train
I was 14 with dreams, music kept me sane
I was spittin bars Making 50 a hour
Had no support, I was
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