Lyrics:
you can't hear the silence
Even when it's there. Like the wind seen from the window,
Seeing it but not being touched by it.
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Words sometimes
six-four, I'm Diddy no tint
I can't hide in New York City
I'm 'bout it in the South, sleep good in the West
Know a chick from Watts with Bad Boy tatted
Turn Dues to Fours
Turn Bricks Into Roads
All Of Niggas
All Of Hoes
All Of Niigas
They Go By My Bros
All My Hoes
They Go By My Hoes
You Order Up A Dues
the actions are little
Mama be lookin like what the am I hearing
Keep my mouth shut cause I don't like to be questioned
Thought by now i would have lavish life
the front
Jack boys ridin', tryna find what they want
Ball last night, 4 g's what I spunt
Police fuckin' wit me, better take his lunch
'cause, if he get
a missing uncle and another need a kidney flip
Face says I been stressed
I got a aunt getting her ass kicked by MS
Nigga, why am I here? For the look, for
dangerous (yeah)
I'ma hit you, 4 AM, see if you make it (yeah)
Don't stop trappin', boy
Got 'bout twelve racks this mornin'
Got 'bout twelve racks
gettin leathal an I,
you know the drama boys, down fo life the Suave an I, to the dirt,
drama boys, wit Ball got drama that will work,
make 'em feel
I ain't playing with nobody
Black Barbie
Made a life for the party
Oh, yeah
Black Barbie, shawty, she so naughty
Pull up with four baddies, fuck up
appetit, you've eaten me alive you realize
This is not the way
In the streetlight dawn
In the streetlight dawn
This beat turns on
This boy's life
nobody had you
Four kids in the house, raised by single moms
Even though we were born rich
Shit got poor
Mommy did the best for us, no lie
Life had to be
It go Murda on the beats, boy
It go Murda on the beats, boy
Yeah it's murder on these streets, boy
Murdered the pussy, I'm a beast boy
And you
wont change
And I'm not trying to b rough now I'm just holding it down
You no that life best see it can go up n down
I no you hate me cause I was just
trap, come through the front
Jack boys ridin', tryin' to find what they want
Ball last night, 4 G's what I spun
Before you fuckin' wit me, better take his
killer thug Life
Born in the ghetto as a street thug
Labelled as a cop killer
The rules of the street I'm living by
It ain't no rules, so niggas got
gettin leathal an I,
you know the drama boys, down fo life the Suave an I, to the dirt,
drama boys, wit Ball got drama that will work,
make 'em feel
got the world on my shoulders Just wish my family was closer
Reppin' my city, you know it
My life is Twenty-four K golden everything I rap, boy, I wrote
for school lunch
You up here lyin' 'bout shit
That you ain't do once
My life? I'm like a modern day RL stein
These stories will give you Goosebumps
I do
Intro
It's your boy Jay Kay
On the beat oh (beat oh)
I wanna talk about my ex's (ex's)
Ikdb Entertainment (tainment)
You have to 4ckn listen now yeah
I'ma see you in Hell (inhale)
Battle rap? Boy you wouldn't win a debate
The type of legacy I got
You don't get by mistake
Man don't let them amp you up
or go stop moving
Nobody in it for me.
We live the life without inter-fits,
Tryina save the life and end up being by yourself
It's smoking weird
Hey yo, call the paddywagon, I've seen a black boy cash stackin'
Smirk on my face screamin', "Fuck the Grand Dragon"
4 the fast cash, we be thinkin' 2
stunners
Niggas steady baller block, can't take nothing from us
Young nigga, living a life surrounded by ice
Hoes be like, "Damn, them boys, they're
of these [?] get blown
Most of my people is gone, most of my life I did wrong
I'm in the gutta' hoe where most of my partna's alone
All of dem live by
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