Lyrics:
the fuck I was
It's like I had to give them that energy
So they understood and they knew the song
And they knew how to move to it by the time it was over
make it stack n’
I need that money yeah, I’m bout to jump in action
I need that money, I throw b’s
And they see what’s brackin
I need that money
life
They've always been by my side
Addicted to em yea I need my fixin
I got fishies check me water whip it
Cookin dope up catch me in da kitchen
but I still got a gangsta bop
I love her wit some back, sir mix a lot
Gotta change when you losing like the Knicks a lot
I'm off putting soft in
I'm in it it's tinted, so you can't peep in
How you trap all week, then go broke by the weekend
Had the pack boomin' through the bity like speakers
old school like a starter hat
Depend on every topic by the song
Is Where my heart be at
I Told em once befo
It don't apply Then let it go
Smoking
the fucking up beats I cant be defeated by any not working as hard as me
Affirmations go dumb when you mix it with love and a sense of some motherfucking
I do it to express all my stories
And plots
Where I'm from its everyday
You see pop smoke a lot
Popped smoke with a brotha
His body is dropped
I've
I'm from
Haters be bitching a lot I guess they want some Batista bomb
Height got a level if you scared close your eyes and just jump
Hustling hard don't
is real
And you know how it's done son
They pop a lot of shit, then finger fuck the phone 911
Yeah, so duck me when you step in the place
Cause I'll
I'm doing it my way
I took the law in my own hands
Here I am in the alleyway
A wad of cash in my pants
I get paid by a ten year old
He says he looks up
a lot whether I if
I got cash or not
I got a master pot to make a faster knot
A legendary knight to slice Sir Lancelot
Infect you with a disease, let
This hoe wan be in my mix
Think that hoe just chasing clout
I'm in this bitch with my twin
He line it up, I strike it down
I stopped asking for
Disrespect, I shoot ya
By the way, them bricks, get flipped weekly
Sold by soldiers that mix weed with the leak leak
Die for a dollar nigga, life ain't sweet
Disrespect, I shoot ya
By the way, them bricks, get flipped weekly
Sold by soldiers that mix weed with the leak leak
Die for a dollar nigga, life ain't sweet
two drinks to think, while you show me pink
Summer Eve breeze and WOO when it don't stink
I'm in the mix, like Funky-master Flex
I'm shootin'
Good morning Nessly
Ooh
I jump in the money with a lifevest, yeah
With a bitch who speak a foreign dialect, yeah
Yeah, your baby mother blowing
the family
And me and Baby count a lot of cash
And we got bitches with a lot of ass
I fucked on your friend 'cause she wanted it
At least I hit you with
to kill, now we all about dope
Buy whips, put them all on fours
Still kill, but it's all about dope
Get tricky, so play by the rules
Look, homie, I'm
bombast of its breast
By which I knew upon waking
It was telling me
In no uncertain terms
To bellow forth the tubas and sousaphones
The whole rusty
section, unaffected by the opposition (Opps)
Tryna' holla' at me save it for my mentions (At me)
I ain't even stressing, everything a blessing (Bless)
You
Eazy
Front seat big enough to play Parcheesi
Vinyl seat, in the sun it's burnin' hot
Speakers bumpin' to Sir Mix-a-Lot
I got the fastest Camaro in
and never got up
The neighborhood paralyzed, crack drive-bys
It's evident we hurt, you ignored our cry
On the outside the ghetto just another mindstate
niggas shot up
Seen niggas get knocked the fuck out and never got up
The neighborhood paralyzed, crack drive-bys
It's evident we hurt, you ignored our
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