Lyrics:
Fo-five that’s by my side
Down to ride my niggas holdin' me down
Few bottles, few hoes, and me
But nigga ain't no heart in me
I’m sipping on codeine white
missing me too
Downing bottles by myself on a Thursday
Sitting wondering why
And i'm thinking of a way
To keep you off my
Mind
Downing bottles by myself,
talkin shit blah blah fuck you bitch
Nigga I do what the fuck I got to do
[Cam'ron]
Yo I can't live up in Hollow Hills with some model thrills
Why
from the bottle
Girl drink from the bottle
Her bumper in reverse, I'm going full throttle
Jack of all trades boy I'm like Aristotle
Prince with two black
and the message
In the Rolls Royce like the King of Nigeria
My criteria, smoke cigars
Change rap like Jimi Hendrix changed Rock And Roll
With a broke guitar,
came home and turned homicidal
Lies in the News, Front page he went viral
Two weeks before he ran up his first mill
Murder case pending , nicked by
came home and turned homicidal
Lies in the News, Front page he went viral
Two weeks before he ran up his first mill
Murder case pending , nicked by
enough bottles to go around
I'm the rhymin' Highness minus the robe and the golden crown
In your city for the night, but turn up like I own the town
I plan
birth
to man.
Raped by the wind and forced to bring life to the hundred
bastard sons.
The unholy ones will give strength for all evil to live
on him
He heard his homie got signed by a legend
This the same nigga he could call, leave his mama the message
That's the same homie you got jumped,
Accepted by Manhattan's elite
in all the places that were chic
No party was complete without George
Along the boulevards he'd cruise
and all the old queens
of the great white way
Accepted by Manhattan's elite
In all the places that were chic
No party was complete without George
Along the boulevards he'd
of the great white way
Accepted by Manhattan's elite
In all the places that were chic
No party was complete without George
Along the boulevards he'd
Ayo, EK, bring your fucking ass in here and bust some raps!
I'm the sheep devil, sleep never
These fiends stepping, want beef? Let us
We shred 'em,
is coming quickly
I ain't worried what she do, she really in love with me
I'm dripping in finesse, you could tell that I been thuggin
Popping bottles
whippin' them cats
Too much money for T.S.A
Just hit a B.O.A
You gotta ship me the racks
Picking up Wockhardt from CVS
Got the Glock in the rental
Got one in
the womb crazy
Or my incompetence with care
The reason she hates me
The best she can do
Is count on her blessings
And trusting her message
In spite of my
put a message in my music
Hope it brightens your day
If times are hard, when you hear it
Know you'll be okay a old G told me God's
Favorites have a hard
fuck the paparazzi
We be out this bitch with a bottle
I be gassed up, mash da gas like a model
Nah, nah, I'm on gas like a throttle
Bitch, we goin' in
lives
Do you ever feel like the world's gone insane?
Your future's being flushed down the drain
By those in power then they're bucking the blame
Sometimes
All I ever wanted was a bad bitch and alotta loot pistol by my side
In case I got to shoot all I ever wanted was a bad bitch and alotta loot pistol by
use my brains when I'm ("drivin' round")
Step in the car and go
Round down by your lady and I
Be waiting at the door
We bout to go ("drivin'
Tired of mild reform
Sick of hand-me-downs
We topple all the theories to the ground:
All real change
Must come from below
Our bosses must live in
getting heated I know how to play it cool
I done seen it all, grateful that I still am here
Message to my kids, pray to God, never live in fear
F is for
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