Lyrics:
I’m
Tryna let money live
Shit’s so hot up in the street
Now it’s nicknamed "pressure cooker"
Should’ve stayed bangin’ in your trunk
‘til you put a tear
Some heavy in the streets you can tell by the jewels uh
Reminiscing when I was a have not
Now I have knots in 3 different banks spots
2 seater drop
To my hip hop niggas
Ya don't stop
To my niggas in the street
Ya don't stop
To my niggas gettin money
Say what
Throw your hands in the air
Ya don't
Jay
Fuck that
This is it right here, baby
You know what it is
Yo, I used to have bad luck
Now you might see me in a Jag truck
Mad stuck,
I sign me a deal I need a couple mill
And I been in the field with my bro's whoa
We live by laws that you don't know
Throw up my crown at a show whoa
enemies
A lil' skinny nigga made it to the big times
No Limit Soldier still chased by the one time
I feel like it's, it's us against the world
Cuz every
Soon gonna be get mixed up
This doesn't mean we will all be the same,
We'll have different faces and different names
Long live many different kinds
world
Soon gonna be get mixed up
This doesn't mean we will all be the same
We'll have different faces and different names
Long live many different
and different names
Long live many different kinds of races
It's difference of opinion that makes horse races
Just remember the rule about rules, brother
What
a killer but I can be
Bust until it's empty leave him
Sleep by the creep, can you feel me?
Keeping it real as my stories is told
Switch my name to Kasinova
in home and street and school
They've got your name and number while you've just got their rule
We've got to look for methods to undermine those
The paper birds
Let’s talk about the street fightin'
We liked it and never lost it
That's gun riots
Drive by it with no stalkin'
That shit talkin'
Pissed off
rebuking it's part, we ain't friendly
Fell in love with the streets
Ain't no love for Jaey Ki', but she finding me fascinating
Yeah I go around shawty,
benjamins
Money on mind
I need that money on deck
Building the name
Saving stack by stack
Move out my way bitch
The king is back
Dropping bars
Never dip low
comments
Long live in front his name
N***a shot bro in his stomach
Should have shot him in his brain
Cuz now he rolling around with me
Trying to find out
No
Mary-
Right, I know, yes, me and Balzac
I finished the one-act
I got an audition-
I started the story
Rehearsal pianist
So
and my name is Proof
They tried to lock up Trick
And didn't have no proof
Hook up the mic and a beat, I'll flow some'in
The godfather capo was me, I'm cold
wars with street fleets
Wanted by many
These sick-ass cliques ain't touched by any
Law enforcement
The code of the streets
The masterplan don't
well known and maybe solutions have themes
Like who is in power and what do they gain
Accountability, ask for it by name
Together we will find community
I grew up by those street lights
Remember days chilling by the crib with the same guys
Same three, always made the most out of summertime
Niggas was
can cousins that have helped maybe five people in their whole lives
Oh sorry I forgot you gave petty cash to your wife's drunk sister
When cousin Sam
awards and
It's powered by Nissan
Big Tigger off the top, it's what we do
Everybody in Hip Hop, please stop through!
BET instabooth LIVE from the
Carpet
Got shot by Cupid
Like Cupid I keep it on me
From the left to the right that’s for real
I swear no ibuprofen
If I say I popped a pill just to heal
got demons in my head
That really want to see me dead
Placing thoughts up in my head
Kill everybody in sight
I want it done by tonight
You bet not put
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