Lyrics:
the rich
Five, only strong will survive
Four, 'cause we live by the sword
Three, plus sixty degrees
Two, for the black and the blue
One, for the sun,
& Wesson
I kill tracks like aids, nigga get infected
The whole world been waitin' on him
Here I come, droptop Phantom
I'm skatin' on 'em, look around
All
of a military man
Jumped into the back of the 4 door sedan
All up in the trunk was the hidden contraband
Fuck a middleman, my pistols aim directly from Iran
Make that pussy drip
I sip on every drop
Just tell me what you will
And I'll tell you what I want
A big ol bag of money
And for you to get out
Riding by
all the way trill
Trunk pop sitting crooked on 4's
Hit a club man we finna get thoed
Got the world body rocking fa sho so
Tell the DJ to screw it down
the worst
Fuck what you heard
My G's are the worst
Diss me, that's a curse
Late night on a purge
Four man in a Merc
Door slam and then burst
Fuck what
a plant up the cannabis sativa (sky)
All over big up all cutta (big up all ganja man)
Them a supply the high grade ganja (all herbalists)
All over big up
on eatin
That's a fact man bring that pack in
Cause the streets they really need it
I'm a beast I'm a creature
I'm the dopest thing legal
Went last season
the timeless seasons
Is your pride and big chest worth the silent treatment?
Nightless dreaming calls for righteous readings
Wishing I could take all my nephews
lyrical rifle pull up like it's Bird Season
Brrp bap bap drop a grung Like Bird feedin
Who mi a talk every deejay inna the world heed this
Mi come fi tief
me you can ask my mama
I hate arguin with people for no damn reason
Some people will flip and change like the four seasons
I wont put up with crap
bitch made
Like a baby he gone (Cry cry)
My n***** get took up by the laws They do not comply
Turn me up one time
Cause bitch it's finesser season N*****
look at the mirror and can't see a wrong thing there
I'm perfect to me, must say what a man I have in here
Got a big ego and a big self love
And a big
this y'all
[Verse 1:]
Oh what a feeling! - Drivin' in my four by four
Girlies Galore! - B.I.G. on the door.
Chrome trimming - with the smoke tint
Givin
about
They ain't know that throwin' salt just season our flavor
You and me against the world, the odds in our favor
Haunted by your past mistakes
Yeah
Bottles popping off for No Reason
Yeah
Ain't talking money
That's a no deal and
Aw yeah
I'm switching lanes like it's the 4 seasons
Yeah
Making
wristband
New York crown jewel, no if-and's, top five
I'm the one, two, three, four and the fifth man
Smoke a hookah in Istanbul, I'm quicksand
I'm five
smoking you or your friend, Big drip tsunami from the A where you find me
Addicted to money I really be feigning, 5084 man I rock with the demons
No
so love the world, He gave us cocaine (He gave us cocaine)
Dope man (dope man), dope man (who?)
Die rich, live fast, nine bricks in the stash
Dope
cemen
Trapping out the YoTa .
Hittinn lics was a part of breathing.
12 ain't stoppin shit.
Ask around we hustle all season
If u knew what i knew.
(Yeah)
Got the world for the taking (Yeah)
Ain't nobody safe then (Yeah)
CP Culture gonna (Yeah) hypnotize y'all
We enchant you, with excitement (Yeah)
We
Nicaragua
Gave birth to MC's, seeds and bank robbers
We drove with pistol whips into world-wide trips
And my dick's been sucked by the finest lips
Stand
shit man
It's fuckin' with her body, now she sick damn
I wanted a big house with the white picket fence and a pool
Who would have ever thought that it
shit man
It's fuckin' with her body, now she sick damn
I wanted a big house with the white picket fence and a pool
Who would have ever thought that it
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