Lyrics:
Young rich nigga made a milli off swiping
Seen it come and go like a motherfucking psychic
Hundred band juug, young nigga had to snatch it
Young
I’d much rather be a rapper than a YouTube artist
This life seems so much better than always being haunted
By unrealistic standards set by kids,
and it's)
Yeah, and you don't stop
(Twenty shot Glock with the cop killers fill 'em to the top)
Yeah, and you don't stop
(Joey cracks the rock, and Big
and it's)
Yeah, and you don't stop
(Twenty shot Glock with the cop killers fill 'em to the top)
Yeah, and you don't stop
(Joey cracks the rock, and Big
propers
For makin my cash the proper way instead of comin to pop ya
[chorus]
Don't blame us for visions of princess cuts on our fingers
Big houses, candy
but he would if he can
Hop out marchin' with drums like we play in the band
I come straight out the mud, I ain't been in no sand
Twenty-hour flight,
Class of twenty seventeen
Just a couple years ago
I'm feeling like its high school
Rich white girls doing lines in the bathroom
Late nights, drunk fights,
Chorus: Notorious B.I.G. (repeat 2X)
I don't wanna live no mo'
Sometimes I hear death knockin at my front do'
I'm livin everyday like a hustle,
Margaritas
You know that menu it didn't whet her appetite
She said I got a good idea
Let's get Chinese food tonight
There's only one thing in this world you
to people got a lot of time to think about it you find something to sell to people Then you go get super rich
Then you can buy like 20 cars
Hey dad yeah how
Flippin' mad pies, low price, I blow dice and throw them
.45 by my scrotum, manifest the Do or Die slogan
My niggas roll in ten M3's
Twenty Gods poppin'
Once I was seven years old my momma told me
Go make yourself some friends or you'll be lonely
Once I was seven years old
It was a big big world,
and it's)
Yeah, and you don't stop
(Twenty shot Glock with the cop killers fill 'em to the top)
Yeah, and you don't stop
(Joey cracks the rock, and Big
thank ol' me
We celebrating, you hatin' on a real one
All the L's that I took, man I still won
Big bank rolls coming at you
West Coast king, man, I
blasting music til it broke
Notorious big i scratched that whole cd
Biggie puff and kimberly taught us what black vibes could be
I catch my vibes by way
They used to call us block boys we had dope and packs by the pound
They used to call us dog out? Might've had ya daughter on couches
They used
G-E-D, wasn't B-I-G
I had to get P-A-D, that's why my moms hate me
She was forced to kick me out, no doubt
Then I figured out licks went for twenty down
pistol like weave with extensions
P Twenty if a nigga wanna pop
Drive by with that sniper or the chop
130 pounds but
The glock weight 32
Got so much
from the days we didn't eat
Spent five K at Cha nay nay
Paid twenty on my VV's
Gettin' so much money they think I sold crack
Hood rich, but still takin'
Mandem
Life enuh
Di Rasta's life
Di Rasta's life
Di Rasta's life
Di Rasta's life
twenty-three, still no money inna mi pocket
No account
know
Short Dog peep game, come on
I'm ridin' down the street, beat, feets got on twenty-tweets
No beer-belly fool, we get it all for eats
Cocoa Puff
you know that's Swiss (Bands)
Bought that bitch a whip
Change your life and now she living bliss
Now she so rich
Now she so rich
Change her life and now
George Bush did
Lv gators on, 20 G footprints
Top 5, I could give a nod and the shot fly
I was in the drop top when I dropped by
You know it was a 2014
life
We ain't starvin' like Marvin, won't see no roach
When ya chill wit' the rich folks in the hood
Ya sittin' on leather watchin' big screens
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