Lyrics:
Trying to impress all these people but that just ain't me
Lying to yourself but no that just ain't me
Lying to yourself ya,
You just wanna fuck me baby
on an album
Boy better know that them tracks gonna come soon
And their gonna come through on the 15th
Man said different their lying to you
Stop that
All
told me she think I'm the shit
Told Lil Shawty sheen never lien cause I'm…
Ima get rich or die trying and ion know 50 cent
I can get rich as fuck I still
truck, whizzin' through borders
I was through flippin' quarters when I made my first mill'
I'm about a dollar, 50 Cent ain't real?
Dead presidents,
test a nigga, then come see me
In the street I hold my ground like I'm concrete
I know shit ain't sweet so when shit get deep
I'm rich, I can pay
on some Blair Witch shit
Comin' back I'm rich kid
Either or, you can't stop me with my feet in the door
Or walk away from the street or the morgue, play
the rip
Heard ya man got shot he kept running his lips
I say what I want bitch I'm young 50 cent
Nigga slide in the car but the Drake left a dent
Ya man so
own city
That wanna see you dead
See that's crazy as shit
And maybe this ain't meant
But I fell like
I'm one of the ones
And I ain't talking about cents
me for my Air Max 95's
Told Banks when I met him I'ma ride and if I gotta die, I'd rather homicide
I ain't have 50 cent when my grandmama died
Now I'm
to the top(to the top)
I keep on counting and counting that ain't gone stop (ain't gone stop nigga)
Oh You must not have heard NC a HT BY a Fucking HT BY (Fire)
nigga try and try him
We catch em when they slippin, homicide em
I said now they start and stop and frisk us
Niggas gettin childish
But really they ain't
a b*tch out like a wrench
Smokin za it got a stench
Like Mr.Krabs I needa pinch
I'm thinking mo den 50 cents
Im thinkin mo den 50K
How tf to get a bag
I
raps
50 Cent raps I'd rather let
Eminem call me 50 niggas
Than break bread wit a
Rich nigga readin scripture
By the way, if you're Aryan
Nation - FUCK
gettin' 50 cent cakes, so how can I split a ten
You ain't got no directions on this map, how do I know the plan
You gotta go and take the risk, for that
and many men or 50 Cent
Shit, I am 50 Cent, haha
this hustla with street knowledge
9 to 5
Still fliping twenties on the side
Try to get by the feints
I'm making dollars out of fifty cents
Got
stop lying you fucking think I'm stupid
Nah look ain't nobody say that
You ain't complain when I bought that Maybach
Put you in Chanel, your friend
and stop my cash count
I snapped they start disappearing like fifty cents eye brows
How that sound
I'm in a glass house you throwing stones at me
All my shit
Thugs together forever splittin apart is obsurd
I wish they'd stop wit all of these rumours
'cause we ain't goin nowhere baby
This is for life..
[All
it look easy
Gone get rich for my people you better believe me
If It ain't money its briefly
Man I keep losing people it's like it's repeating
Had
need you lying heffas
Its just, me and my shawty and we riding for ever
Wasn't looking for no pot of gold but still I found the treasure
I ain't rich yet
mama, your uncle, your cousin?
I’m showing love cuz it’s really just nothing
Was up in the club, bottle of bub’
I’m fifty cent, man I’m all the above
I’m
French frames in dreams
At the city I can't escape
50 Cent, Darkchild, So Plush
Girl, I wait for your lovin'
There is no rush, what
That's how Darkchild
Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh
The sky ain't the same no more
Clouds identical to poison chemical trails
Keep your eyes open
Kids, eat your vegetables
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