Lyrics:
Yo
Yo, aight
Yo
Yo
Yeah
Yo look
I make niggas mad like Wendy Williams
Oprah Winfrey on a colour purple ship mix
with Brittany Murphy on a eight
for me
Baby girl I love you by my side
So anything you need, that means you got me
So just my ghetto queen gon' take that ride
Look here lil'momma I'm
of a human what the chalk drew
Phantom tryna creep but i light it wit a stick
Jits calling up my crib asking treat or trick
Calling trae too devilish cause I
through (aight I'm finna keep it real wit him now)
Real niggas don't feel dem nigga
And on some real nigga shit man I feel you niggas
We like we miss Pac
End of the year, huh?
So, we just gone have to get along then
Aight, lemme just neck this blunt real quick
Skating of em fourty pops, red dot, cage
The fuck time is it man
Yeah
Woke up its 2 in the afternoon
Slept at 6 my pops will leave for work soon
Download porn and finish up my website
Beats
the words
Of his mom since back in '01
She said I'm aight
But not the one
Cause my father son a bitch
But that Cesco baby golden
Flag to all of Rome
And achieve all the goals
Need teeth, neck and wrist on froze
Tryna get rich with the bros
Double cup full of that ice
Had to hit it twice 'cause the bitch so
blowers in case these niggas wanna bring it here
Flippin' on the bitch ass, got cash and commissary
Cause I ain't goin' home ta never worry
Another
Money or murder that's what I was yellin'
With the AK in my hand I shot the fan off the ceilin'
Aight, let's go
Gang
Ayy
They got me in my
Foreva Rich This Shit Hard
Too many times I had asked them boys for help
I be fine, I do bad all by myself
Ain't no dissing of that, watch him melt
Yeah
Yeah, I'm ready
Who you niggas tryin' to impress? (what?)
Oh, it ain't drop yet?
Aight
Let's get it
Who you niggas tryin' to impress?
the hood
But them rappers don't live there they live in Hollywood
It ain't about where you at, it's about where you from
If you ever go back they might hit
Bitch I'm the GOAT in disguise
The way I potent my lines
Feel it with my personal life
Then turn that shit to a vibe
Really if I wasn't on this beat I
She said J what you doing today
Lil bitch get the fuck out my way aye
And I'm feeling like MightyZay by the way that I'm telling that bitch she can't
best to try
Do my best not to cry do my best not to lie
But do the time I did
My best to get by while life went by
I'm not so young no mo'
Barely grown
to the gang no look
She see I'm getting money it's all in my walk
She ask me what's a jawn she like how I talk
Lil bro shooting from trae like he on the hawks
and wrist enough to drop
A hater jaw to the flo'
And don't worry bout the price it cost
Bitch I got money to blow
It's nothin to a boss!
I make the money but
[Joell Ortiz]
Aiyyo Joey what you said, 24 right?
Aight cool, I got you
Uhh, I define gutter - every time I rhyme
I climb up another notch, hip-hop
watch that corn exchange
And I got the aim, these rappers afraid
Cutting it close, I come through with the fade
Away with the shots, drop thunder like
Dealt by a tan god
Burnt 'fore I take off
Sorry had to break hearts now i got the braveheart
Funny bitch you aint nah never on my radar
Beaming like im
I knew something wasn't right
First time you went and partied all night
You broke my fucking heart but that's aight
You gone tell him or should I
it
Ima buy yo ass a Bentley truck
With a crib by the water
Just ah fucking imagine
Could you imagine make something out of nothing
Just like fucking
them please don't waste your time
And when we make it out it's over with this music shit is mine oh aight
I said if you not my brother you not hanging
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