Lyrics:
I got a flight to catch
All for an internet gangster or a cyber-man
Mike Myers man, a couple tries tried to try a man
My boys put stars in the hood
you can't use my
All in mine I don't use no sauna
No barber
No piss I tick on template
Rise this toy on a man no deadweight
Who's that kid with the limp
Mi abuela raised three daughters all by herself, with no help
I think about her struggle and I find the strength in myself
These words, melt in my
Mi abuela raised three daughters all by herself, with no help
I think about her struggle and I find the strength in myself
These words, melt in my
And achieve it all with music that came quickly from afar
Then taste the fruit of man recorded losing all against the hour
And assessing points to nowhere,
they know how I get it
It don't matter if it's Notown, all the way to yo' town
You can't slow down my hit
Can't slow it down man, think about this
dirty but You cleaned me up (cleaned me up)
All this is by Your grace (by Your grace) I cannot stop giving you the praise (yeah)
King of kings (uh)
Lord
the gun, yeah (ya'kno?)
If you live by the gun, die by the gun, yeah (watch this)
It's a shame that the hood's an addiction
Them man fell from
For your boy man
Shawty make it go roar for your boy man
For your boy man
I giving them the trapco funk
I the trapco monk
Y'all men neh raw
My own na
all [?]
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for a chopper
Filet mignon with my food
down by law and I know my way around
Too much, too many people, too much (aha-ha)
Too much, too many people, too much, Raaah!
A castle in the sky, one
Man, ever since I came to California
I've felt so lonely even though
I stay with homies
But damn, I can't wait to get out California
Floating by my
'Cause I see the man I want, I want him right away
Look him right in his face and say dance with me
This is for my people, my party people
This is for
my people on the front lines
People, my people are dyin'
And we see it all the time
Don't know where our future would be
If he's not here, how do
Portugal damn
I don't even really want you to notice
Say well that explains all the roses
Ya ya wanna keep you company please not breakfast at Tiffany's
She
, I wanna stay paid .
Wanna be the one , put all money in the grave .
I gon take my money like I took the first place .
Hook by Mike :
Money man
I did this shit by myself and all on my own
Everybody sat there and they asked if I was really grown
Man I sat there everyday just tryna make my pain
I had a dream about my man last night
And my man came by the studio
And his name is
Busta Rhymes in effect, Shaheed is in effect
Phife Did-awg is
and connect all of you!
I just wanna...
I just wanna...
I don't know a thing...
My words are flying in the soundwave
Created by my voice!
Echo is lost again!
I
(yeah)
This past the money, man
My people need me (yeah) out here, man
And I'ma be out here for y'all, man
I'ma keep makin'
(Uh, huh) this shit for y'all
Call that shit a eye for a eye, my nigga, by any means (sheesh)
Had extended clips before skinny jeans (yeah)
Now bow and arrows at cop cars with
y'all all gon
Say my raps is hot
And clearly I showed y'all how to
Take away half the dots Your
Man Mickey keep running his mouth like
I won't grab
a nickel
Wacka wacka doo-doo yeah
Well, let me tell you, people, it wasn't long at all before my dream came true
Because the very next day, a local
required to live the life of my dreams.
I enjoy making money doing things that I would have done for free.
I receive profitable communications from people
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