Lyrics:
Say I won't go drop a double album, and rap double time on all dub-step
Got no producers, just me rockin' over beatboxin' by Dougie Fresh
Say I won't
lookin' like an extra
Different color chess pieces hangin' from my necklace (bleh)
Stones too heavy, give me red neck, Texas
I cover it with scarves in
I'm livin' in Bedrock, surrounded by rubble
Just a youngin' in trouble
Took a shot and then made it a double
Took a shot and then made it a double
down
A flight of stairs, surely he would have said so explicitly by now."
Yeah, I guess so.
"Go to a McDonald's Playland, tie that big Officier Big Mac
three wishes I ain't askin for world peace
I want Range Rovers in three different colors
Genie gimme the damn keys!
Dead wrong like a Dead sticker
I'm just rich, you see the Richard on the dresser (talk to 'em, ha)
The flow is just different, I'm just better (ooh)
Only time I felt pressure when
this Rollie looking different
'cause I bust it up (yeah)
And I got a Fanta with some Tris
I'm 'bout to pour it up
I thank God that I'm rich
'cause back
a discount 'til the day you die
Got three kids, by three different guys
(And all they need to give you is a Mai Tai and a shot)
You know you ghetto when you
colors
Now it's fuck y'all niggas
And whoever else
Y'all witness this greatness
I'm elevated to the max
Sipping on this shit
Lil rocky
Ha ha
This for
can't choose i can't pick i feel like
The world makes them two different people
But in my mind they're the same person
That's what I keep saying i grew
necessary
Until I got incarcerated, type scary
Until I see my life just flash, type scary
'96 came home, '97 album
Made niggas proud to be from New York
cheese go ahead and cry
Shoutout josh u believed in me
I love you big bro... his name mike steez
Shoutout matt and rich yea thats the team
Cuzzos farhiell
wannabe
Wanna be different but all you do is sing in key of G
Wait, okay say I take it day by day
Maybe I spend my nights in peace but I'll be wakin' with
different colors lookin like a rainbow
salude, when we cheer even at the breakfast table
gettin’ money wit my people, Hi-Lite, that’s the record label
I’m
the
Animal that cannot get rid of
It's fears and when
So many of them lay inside of us
These fears tend to color how we view the
World we shift from feeling
kill off all the kings? (They killing all the kings)
Every other night a different murder scene (it's another murder scene)
Every other night
manners
All my kids got cancer
Each wrist got a dancer
Different colors like Fanta
See this money
It make a premadonna sweet as honey
Gotta keep it comin
rich quick scheme on my mind now
I thought by now I would have the lifestyle
Big mansion, big ice, big creps, big life, big jets, big ride
Big black
So I forgot something man
I forgot how many people in here have the "And justice for all" album
Yeah, you're right
I counted and I was a few off man,
Everyone's different
So what I want, you might not want
Visa versa, yeah who Don't
G-H
Who don't wanna be rich? (Who?)
Who don't wanna be big
and famous, young rich and famous
Young Money but the money so fuckin' ancient
Fine wine, drink it, by God, amen
Can't forget to thank him, young, fresh
of dealing with yo problems silently
Ran through different colors, different sizes, all varieties
You were like a 10 before you talked now you a 5 to me
Uh,
Raised by the streets, no father no big brother
Racist police shooting us cuz our skin color
New Jack city my hood is what The Carter is
Bitches having
still takin rappin for a joke
A passing hope, or a phase with the rope
Sometime I choke and try to believe
When I get challenged by a million MC's
I
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