Lyrics:
to myself
If wealth was the truth, then it should by a mans happiness
Why the hell you think I'm smilin' so hard while I'm rappin' this
Eye yos fuckin' ne
that I'm rappin'
Like I ain't rich, like I ain't sold
Not a ne'er record Platinum or ne'er Gold
Like I ain't dripped, like I ain't froze
Like I
"Everybody don't always make it
But there's always that guy back in
The hood that was the
Shit and inspired the people that
Did make it" Meek Mill
By the time
stroke it, call it a TD
Gotta play safety, cuz my dick goes deep
Pull it out, let u taste u on tha D
Like scraps on yo plate that thang I’ma eat
No games;
a whole movie Teflon Don with a oozie
I take that back m16 you bet not screw me
See we all make mistakes but we walk by faith
We need an angel in North
will feel like you livin' through it
That's how my nigga do it
I met Slacks back in like '91 rapping
We went to Millersville to get away from gun
niggas with the message like Wallo
I bleed mint leaf
I grieve mentally in sync with Ne-Yo and Stevie's sensory
I squeeze until the Eagle completely
my process, yo.
I remember driving down the Sydney freeway
Wu-Tang blaring then Tech N9ne, thatʼs what we played
Two peas in a pod, pun by pun relay
about a fuckin' million in a week
(What what what what)
When I can't forget that we all still street
Yo, yo
You know a nigga that's sniffin', that's
But he ain't on a JB song with me
I be tryna chill
They be trying to sour the thrill
No pun intended, was raised by the power of Will
Like Luke with
Feels So Good f. Ne-Yo
[Ne-Yo]
We up in this room (Yea)
I'm here puttin it down on you (mmm)
Now your pushin back At me and I don't want
night
She’s a
Goddess on tap yo my heart went snap yo
Beauty you’re a cutie with your booty so fat yo
How you gonna do me with your booty like that yo
shit, pop that pussy like a zit
I go by the name Lil Tunechi
Your girl is a groupie
And nigga, you's a square
And I will twist you like a Rubix
Freak Somebody Written, Arranged & Composed By, Mikey Everything
INTRO (SAMPLE)
(No matter what they say (repeat 16X)
Get yo back up off the wall
They feed you some bullshit you throwin' up gang
You get dropped for that shit like a tummy ache
You ran yo mouth like Usain
You insane
Put the beef
that
She make it do what it do when we doin'
What we do in back of the 'Lac, I'm like I'm up all for that
And every night her body gets strapped how
Keep em there
SOUTHSIDE
Lemme see yo hands like a robbery
IN THE FRONT
Lemme see yo hands like a robbery
YALL IN BACK
Lemme see yo hands like
my palm
I'ma fuck you up, like the United States got by Vietnam
I go...
Yo, everytime I MC I'm coming off
Yes it's coming back to me
talkin' 'bout them rap fools?
Oh, you know how they do it, man
They talk pro-black, but they'll stab you straight in yo back
But you know, Traitors got
better ware they vest (yo)
(Verse) (Tech N9ne)
I'm gonna hit a bitch from the back nigga
Quick ta get stacks
Spittin' facts from the track
Black
-never say never (never)
Ne-never say never (never)
I never thought that I could feel this power
I never thought that I could feel this free
I'm strong
giggedy-gots to flow
My Saturday nights are liver than Joe Piscopo
So yo, siggedy-save the bait for Charlie Tuna
See I be the boogie banger, like Esiason's
of his life
Started out at like twelve
Trapped in a belly of hell
Grew into a man inside of a cell
Yo, anger just swell up
At a early age that
da)
Dependin on the weather or the mood that that day
If the cat got macked then that fool gone pay
Now lay lay yo head on back
You down with
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