Lyrics:
What does it take to be a man
Who’s been dealt with a hand
What’s the best that he can
Before he goes back to sand
Is there more in a lifespan
Than
ta
Seduca, so that means there was no clothes
Got my eyes open wide
Like I'm on No Doz
Look at these bozos
Givin double 0's for hoe shows
I was cool
I
their photos
Saw this girl drive by on her bike past the studio
And she smiled at me beautifully
In the city there's always somethin new to see
Wish I
rappin' broads
She sellin' straight up sex, by the sea shore
We bang beats from boogie down to BK, New York
I sport the finest of wears, your highness is
through
I don't know why niggas keep fucking with me
These streets make it so hard to breathe
Highs and my lows
Look both ways, where I'm supposed to go
hand who will be there when i win
Yeah i been putting in that work
Cousin My music A1
See I'm steady winning only hatters wanna say some
You got
again
Just play a beat, I'ma crack an ice cold Heineken
The studio that Pac got shot in, currently I'm rhyming in
If you told my younger self that this
write these tunes
And for you to stress a nigga like I?m running these hoes is outta line
Goodbye to your life, pack up your clothes and go
[Hook sung by
my soul I was searching
Looking in the mirror I don't know this person
Nowadays I'm trying to become a better version
Of me
The V I C
Very important
I'm the new version of the hell boy
Thixo somndla ba thethelele i'm a prob' to myself angiz'yenzi joe
I've got a pride for my name and the life that i'm
The Evidence And Go Disappear Like The Dark Knight, I'm The 2pac
I'm The New Version Of The Hell boy
Thixo Somndla Ba Thethelele I'm A Prob' To Myself
Comin' in with 20 bands
Pack that shit in a Benz
Rolly on my wrist feel like a poor bitch
Flexin' on these pussies cause I'm the shit
Takin' lives
Lost AB & Shine
Caught me by surprise
This shit be blowing my mind
These niggas so slime
A snake they own kind
Just for a name & a dime
I'm D'rose
heart went up so fuckin happy when i found out the news
A couple weeks go by heart sinkin when i found out the truth
I didn’t ever wanna hurt her so i jus
see
You don't wanna bump heads with me (Lloyd Banks)
Fuck that, I'm tired of waitin'
These industry niggas startin' to get outta hand
Like I
You know sometimes you gotta be the worst version of yourself
To see what you're doing wrong and sometimes the truth might
Stink because it provides
one's broken, stony, & disturbing
He has gifted hands like Ben Carson, & will be your Cardiac Surgeon
To perform transplants & give a new heart in open
lil' niggas
A bunch of red young tenders, dark skin queens, Puerto Rican princess's
Scratch my hand my palms itching, hit the dope start twitching
Like a screen pass
The straps hang off of the arm
Like it's a lean bag and I can box
This right hand'll lean Cass'
I take him back to the early 2000's
these monodies
Nick is a winner, this G is a novelty
You can be bitter but you're just a wannabe
Ee! You can be bitter but you're just a wannabe
Ay you
really that simple shit get harder by the week
I’m keeping at it coz I wanna see me eat, dawg.
Cop me a new crib, dawg.
Get my momma rich , dawg.
She ain’t
yo
You ain't seen these kicks since like the fifth grade
Back when Bo Jackson and Ken Griffey played
On my 90's flow, nigga, Young OG shit
On my
on my lambo coupe, look sick it needs Campbell soup
Bet your man ain't go these, I don't think you want to gamble boo
Studio with my hood chick, True
place"
They capcorder certified A-1 blue
Ribbon sucker pride
To be preserved mammoth out glacier
Run away by prize with broken dignity
These wooden wings
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