Lyrics:
Three passports, Three first class tickets to the money
Straight flights
I live by the cold war
Drove from round the globe
All I need is
Yeah be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way nigga
Some real shit right here nigga
This will be the realest shit you
the sell-out
You gotta get an album out, you owe it to the people
We're so happy we can hardly count
Everybody else is just green, have you seen the chart?
album went six thousand on niggas
In Kansas City alone, we packed the dome with Mike and Liddy alone
In the west side, Lee Jone, Milly Mal, I left you
fo it’s gone
I been hustling too long, I think it’s time you put me on
I be posted by the corner, posted, posted by the corner store
posted by
enemies (nah)
Watch niggas even if you play on the same team
You see how Jordan Poole got knocked out by Draymond Green
Ain't no bein' cool after that,
name
I thought by now I'd be covered in ice, hope I can cover the rent
I thought by now I'd be platinum like twice, last album double cement
I don't even
dunga hu mai fire
(Jala dunga)
Album out for the crowd maje Lelo
Bhai aya chriz pe chalo kehlo
Vektron on th beat chalo jhelo
2022 abb yelo
Trrrrrraaaa
on
But I don’t run from it dawg
I want eyes on this
I want albums with no skips
You got your mind on that
I got my mind on this lil' bitch, that’s why
I
Grass stays green
Sky stays blue
What about me
What about you
Touchin' on some mountains
Like the map is topographic
You just pulled my card
Yeah,
The way I play the game you
Think I'm smoked by the chronic
It's the Boy Scout
Stand for LBS from East to West
I'm still gonna bring it to your chest
My
and flipped it hopped on a jet to smoke by the bay
All of this cash abundance I’m feeling myself baby what can you say
If you wanna learn how I’m living just
there's whites, separated by the green
After five hundred years, think we play for the same team
Smokescreen, make the president a black guy
It ain't no
you know, music to drive by, you feel me?
Like, like, like, my, my nigga
These lil' youngsters walkin' around this bitch like they bulletproof, man
bring you down
I know your queen got her eyes on me,
I got my eyes on your queen, the SMG is Heineken green,
bad thing is you know before long, that we
to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell
to halt me
But I can tell you that there is no stopping
Remix after remix
What’s Poppin, Options, Green Lights, ZEZE, stop it
And I put out an album too
on the clockwise
Let's walk mine
Let's walk mine
I walk my business greenline it's Green Light
How many shot lifetime
Nobody wanna get hurt
Start it from the bottom
What we have to do is deal with it when these individuals are young enough
If you will, to be saved, not in a religious sense, but not
think.
Oh by the way, which one's Pink?
And did we tell you the name of the game, boy,
We call it Riding the Gravy Train.
We're just knocked
hoe
You gon loose your green like Piccolo
Remember when I used to sit alone
I'm not by myself incase you didn't know
Trynna get paid like a fucking
just because you know
I got it it's because of me that
We're eating right up in this bitch don't
Stretch it by asking for a lawyer
And shit" That's
at it, after mathematics
In the home of drive-by's and ak-matics
Swap meets, sticky green, and bad traffic
I dip through, then I give you (still)
[Heavy D]
Yea this is uh Super funk you know what I'm sayin
This is for all the players and playetts wherever you at you dig
I'm talkin about
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