Lyrics:
They gave big Paul life but I ain't thinkin' 'bout stoppin'
'Cause soon he try to quit, that's when the feds came got him
Ain't nothin' in my name and 50
What's up everybody, is your boy Johnny Richter
The same mother fucker you used to see in pictures
With a bong, a joint, a pipe, or a big bag
live at all
Did I ever live for we fell in love will I ever know
I know I'm flawed now you never call baby really though
Did we take a pause did we take
Rags to riches
Now we got bags and bitches
Came up from the bottom
I was trapped in them trenches
Big sticks with extension
Boy don't play cause this
of your parents side by side in I.C.U (everybody lose)
Closed casket so they can't have a proper wake
Don't interfere with family business, that's how we
never was a night owl like yo friends
i’m always down for a morning shift
i know you gotta leave by meridian
job near USC
saturday nights
Studyin
mild
I heater like pyros
Cuban link, Paul hit my line
That boy got a roster its Fergie time
Amin in the 6
Watching my 6
Patek the wrist
The way that
me?
Lil Young Money killers
Cash Money gangstas
Slice a nigga up and put em in the freezer
Big money over here boy
You understand me?
From the turf
OG pulled up on the scene in a wig
When you running from the Feds, you can't be seen by the pigs
Y'all don't know all the things I seen and I did
chose
I can't die in these streets
Live my life by the pole
Hurt my soul when my big brother died by the store
Nigel trusted his cousin and died by
killas coming trough with bubble ups to pick up double ups
And put him in that muthafuckin long black hearse
I mean, once you gone nigga you layin in
balling
Display in the clutch, I'm Chris Paul-ing
(Bake)
’Cause he balling and everybody know it
It's lit in the club, plus everybody smoking
Everybody
blew(blue) but i dont cop diamonds i rather drop jewels
Had my boy stab me in the back like Paul Pierce im the Truth
When they catch you out in traffic no
your dignity, and pied the piper
Shot by a sniper, Donal Draper
Split you in half like a piece of paper
Look at all my words just before I lay it
live in a zoo I run scandals with savages
All my niggas get together to gather loot
Bodyguard for what dog I'd rather shoot
I go to war old tims
he wasn't giving me my props in Oaktown
Random
In other words
I'm Dr Evil off the Henny
Got a gallon by the way
And we gone sip it till it's empty
Body
of your parents side by side in I.C.U (everybody lose)
Closed casket so they can't have a proper wake
Don't interfere with family business, that's how we
on
Let the cries out
Wave a whole chicken by his
Legs near the crotch smells
Sweating bullets in the tip
Blow torching his flesh
I seen his face melt
Drip
rappers don't live there they live in Hollywood
Oh, surrounded by security and police
But you claim gangsta bullshit pussy nigga show me
Nobody told me I
Because chances are tomorrow night it's gonna be you
Everybody if you turn your attention to the back
By the sound board
Give it up to our good friend Paul
To preachers for a blessing; in return they give them none
Sinning nuns, priest rapping boys and spinning scripture
Pale skinned Christians speaking love
about to bust your bubble like a tree lord
Too much marijuana got me p-noid
I'm killing instrumentals with that All So Simple Can It Be, boy
Shout to Lil
gotta hit the floor
Ain't taking shit from you fuckboys
I got Tennesseean's that make you get lost
(yeah) bottom by the river no bubbles dog
Concrete feet
made
Boy you know my chicks is like speakers, 12's and 15's
With mad rump in the trunk if you know what I mean (Ha)
F*** twitter n**** in real life
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