Lyrics:
'cept get catched by dis' lil' stinker over heahhh!
'membuh, we's on broadway! muthafucker be buyin' dem tickets wants a lil' heart, a lil' soul...'n
like somebody's growin' them on trees)
So many
When good music come on
It can get inside your head like porn
By yourself like whatchu grabbin'
trees
and knock off kness, knock off ears
knock off peers, got beats thatll knock by see us
roll up, get ya throat cut
catch a buck fifth, watch yo chest
a page out of a comic
It's like an evil monkey hiding right inside your closet
For real tho, you live how you live no question mark
I get judged from time
to be getting played
By your own cards
Here is where the game starts bitch, take my both cars
Hunnid on the dash, hold up, let me not crash
Tell me how
I'm a trip mode, Cashland wearin' motherfucker
Niggas look over this way
I swear to God they ain't gon' touch on it
On my cash, get it out your
about to blow
Niggas get locked when the block is slow
On my pops we gonna pop the Mo
Pop the Crys and cock is clicked
Til Seis get killed by
to blow
Niggas get locked when the back is slow
On my pops we gonna pop the Mo
Pop the krizic cock is clicked
Til Seis get killed by the apocalypse
Ain't no
fucking creep
Parents think that I'm a role model
That needs to lead kids
I rather eat special herbs and
Forbid to eat ribs
I rather get rushed by gangs who
I got a bait
I notice that she in love with niggas
When the niggas straight
I pull close, like
I'm bout to change your name
To paddy cakes, mark
a dime and he back already
Got that sack already, man we got them racks already
As far as your girl, I hit it from the back already
I tried to get
frightened
were strong as fuck, with the power of a titan
settin' a mark of destruction get it
so don't front, and say you ain't with it
you wanna rumble with
Never and never again shall it be
That this beautiful land
Will again experience
The oppression of one by another
The revolution was hard
Days were
yea
Watching me still I got sumn to prove
Yea okay yea
Said I would win niggas thought I was fronting
Yea okay yea
Been bout whatever let's get it who
Yeah, 9th Wonder! Don't judge me man
They tend to say that us rappers are materialistic
They say we lack substance
Me, 'Te and El' bout to prove
knew that they wasn't with me
So I pour up a four for me, Mark, Bam, fuck it, and Lil Diddy
Don't matter how many people I get killed, we still ain't
She wants me too, she ain't even in denial (denial)
Wanna make love, she ain't even in denial (in denial)
We can get away-ay, maybe to Guatemala
can't so you start the lyin'
Just like that nigga that think he dyin'
Get ta cryin', snitchin' and testifyin'
To all my people if I'm talkin 'bout your
the tool for his machinations
I just became that which I was graced with
I am the one to man all the stations
I am the gun, I ain't one to play with
Get out
in my ride by myself, I got my Glock out
And as soon as some shit pop off I'm gone rock out (you know that, nigga)
I'm gon' get high by myself, I'm
Beautiful ideals and amazing flaws
Got to care enough to give a testament
'Bout the deeply depressing mess we're in
It's home so we better make the best
aganist the wall we bang our way out
I'm in the "Gettin' money" mode
Livin' by the street code
'Bout to have every corner of this rap game sewed
Hattin'
keep a 45 wit me
Shit could get shifty
Shit could get ugly
Shit could get iffy
Not my lil baby
She so 100
She told me she only
Wanna see them blue
up)
Oh yep I gotta serious love for her
She can't be touched by any (Get your hands off)
On a perfect night
It's just me, her and Remy (Just me, her
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