Lyrics:
Swear girl if I don't die rich
It was still worth living cause of you
And you know my heart beats faster if you're by my side, by my side
I can give
neighborhood
To the studio trying to fight me
She need to get a, piece of the american pie and take her bite out
That's my house, I'll disconnect the cable
that ransom
Leg up by the stove when I chef that bomb ting
Spread up the kitty, drip, drip, I'm handsome (and it's the)
Gun show, I dropped
like how imma be somebody
Cant just mix up with somebody
Keep it real by they be doubting
Had to grow way of my youngin'
Go through pain ain't tell
cheese just stacked
But never the less it's time to wreck and check
this buster that's livin out of state
That's dwelling in by ways of Memphis
on the fashion
You be ending up fucking a female version of Bill Cosby
Sorry I didn't mean to go so dark
This is your mark
I know you love the glory
As its
crazy I don't have a pattern
Imma go buy me a house on
A moon that's orbiting Saturn
I live it, yeah I live it
Beat you man I already did it
I already did
smoked
Life trap get crossed up by them dog hoes
Like shit get masked out over dog hoes
Really doe
Bullet holes be so big
Innocent bystanders get
Memphis playas don't give a fuck
Security junk
We smack the punks
For throwin' us out
For smokin' a blunt
The number ones on
It just cam on
And now it's
a large trap? Shouldn't she know better? Why does she wish to believe in a mirage while her gut is crying out it isn't real. She'd rather beat her chest
a large trap? Shouldn't she know better? Why does she wish to believe in a mirage while her gut is crying out it isn't real. She'd rather beat her chest
loud
Gettin some Pita at the Greek joint
Back to the crib makin beats boy
I ain't ballin
But when I see these great people on the weekend it's like I'm
way
Seven bucks at the door got a pocket full of change
And the boys cashing out and they buying all the drank
And the girls hit the floor as they make
got my foot out the door
Goodness I’m cute I should win an award
It’s been a minute since I been employed
ain’t about business I’m hittin ignore
I heard
young nigga
Yeah, and it's just like that
LBC out the moon and my speakers go
Boom, boom, boom, boom (boom)
My rearview mirror's vibratin' cause my
Done faking and leaving the sieve for saking it
Crack open the glass this bird is for the taking now
I’m baking like dough boy in heat wave
I’m making
Tony Hawk
He gon' get flipped
And just like it's basketball
Dunk out that clip
And I go to the Mardi Gras' a bitch
Torn up on drip, boy you wanna throw
If I was to sit down and actually write out a list
Of the MCs that missed it would be the constitution
They play their caps backwards still
(Drum Dummie)
(Drum Dummie made the beat and you know they killin' it)
Oh, this Drum Dummie who made this beat, huh?
I ain't flashin', though
habits
Never fall off everyday I got it
He got Mommy issues but I ain't your mama hoe (yeah, hoe)
Keep my name up out that drama, huh
I ain't the type
isn't it
Oh, kind of, kind of
I-I've been sleeping a lot
Um, everybody out there that's watching, everybody that's watching this world
This world is bull-
So, he's in the studio working round the clock
For pop radio, jacked the beat to 'Planet Rock'
Was out in the street when he met this sister
Who
keep it coming if you whip it better
Triple beam dreams residue is on the dresser
Boys at the trap door they gon' pull the lever
Yeah Yeah Bill Gillespie
the finish line
Niggas rhyme gotta get a dime, fiddle with some lines
And they hate on the boy, tryna be my demise
Look alive, niggas finna die, tell it by
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