Lyrics:
thing to happen to you
Rule 3: fuck storing food, ask for nothing, take what you need
Reality, real warriors bleed, believe me, Ghetto Jesus
Seize this,
It was all a dream, I swear it never happened
I wrote like Edgar Allan
I was po' like Edgar Allan
Let me hit the weed
You know I really need that
by myself and now I mastered it (I'm good now)
Drum work mean all the guns got drums, that's just how bad it get
I shoot that nigga right in front
to freestyle with, I ate y'all on the corner
Call the coroner, niggas dead out here
Hangin' onto life by a thread out here
Them niggas wearin' all that red
the scheme
But you've know it since the Wu, it's all about the C.R.E.A.M.
And cash rules everything, there's no question
Number one rule in life, no
universe
Baby, I was born to rule-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Yeah, I'm the queen, I'm the queen
And it's all because of you-ooh-ooh
That I'm the queen of hearts
three
No contact!
Yes I'm a loving husband
And a happy father
And fuck you if you can't stand it
I don't even bother
To try to explain
All the love that
Serious!
Middle finger all the gangs in the game
Pussy niggas gonna get banged in the game
None like me, we don't have the same jeans
We don't wear the same
going trampling the malls
Brick by brick until Babylon fall
Good to see you niggas onto somethin’ other than the C.R.E.A.M.
Damn, thought y’all forgot
cracker a day (what? Oh shit)
Girl, well, I heard the bitch was married to Tim
And started fucking with Trina
Well, I heard the bitch got hit by three
even if I gotta
Fuck, suck and swallow in the parking lot
Gonzales Park, I'm followed by a married man, a father of three
My titties bounce
cracker a day (what? Oh shit)
Girl, well, I heard the bitch was married to Tim
And started fucking with Trina
Well, I heard the bitch got hit by three
makes perfect
I'm still tryna learn it by heart
Eat, sleep, and breathe it
Rehearse and repeat it, 'cause I
Don't pick up the phone
You know he's only
rd album and I haven't quit
If I were you I'd take a second to check all of your wits
Ima do me no matter what you said or did
Keep talking you might be
I'mma cold heart motherfucker
Umhum Umhum I don't play by the rules
Imma lowlife motherfucker
Umhum Umhum can't tell me what to do
I'mma cold heart
I'm gettin' sold this dream
I put my trust in wrong places
Cah my heart's too clean
I'm homeless and hopeless
Just my balls and fiends
By hook or by
wanna talk money?
Shit real that's all I could tell 'em
Just rap 'em up good so the dogs can't smell 'em c'mon
Brown paper bag (thank god for that)
Set your bar high let him know what is up
And he can finally see y'all were never at par huh
Don't get played by these fellas
Gotta change your focus
flight
A joke to an album now I'm dancing hella rich
Pull up in the MAZ, gang you know I'm never sick
On's till the days, it's all just crazy
Want to hang
through a lot of shit
And it hurts me to my heart
Traumatized as a teen and it got my heart racing
I been smoking all this weed so I can get a hold of my
bitch made this shit hot
3rd album I'm bout to drop
Better go cop may just get stopped by a cop
This shit like corn bout to pop
I'm so electrifying I may
born to rule my domain
Album ain't even in stores, they tryna sue me for my name
Shit insane, so berserk, never complained, I just work
Chasin' after
performed two songs and most hate it
I'm despised by the heavens, my tombstone is post-dated
I told flex he had to wait to get my album, but I guess he
Yo Sebastian where the sound
That's what I said the last time
Alright
Proud money rule your heart like a Pharoah
Quiet money all I got
Straight
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