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The life of a boss player
Fuck what you thought though
My enemies deceased
Die like a bitch
When my album hit the streets
Niggas can't
a check I'm selling weed
I'ma hit it every time got felonies
Gotta get every dime I need me
This shit Big Tyme where Weezy
Run up on me free me like B.G.
(David Wesson)
Raised by OGs, I was taught by the best
You was raised on IG
So you was taught by the 'net
See you wearin' fake shit
You wasn't
right but you stay tryin
You got big dreams, to hit a lick quick
And buy a brand new house, but you ain't get shit
Wouldn't even know what to do if you
right but you stay tryin
You got big dreams, to hit a lick quick
And buy a brand new house, but you ain't get shit
Wouldn't even know what to do if you
these thots (A lot)
Every day that I'm alive, I'ma ride with the stick
I'd rather be broke in jail than be dead and rich
Told my brothers take my
lock and I load
"Pop Shit" explode
Dot, Big Sean, Electron', feel like I gotta "Control"
My music connect with the people
Just bridgin' like the top
Brr, Lord let me catch my drift, ah
Roll a big chopper
While the ride getting wiped down
The white I got right now
Will turn your wife light-brown
Big Daddy Kane catch a vibe/
I was raised by the Rap Gods/ raised by the rap gods
I was Raised by the Rap Gods/ raised by the rap gods
Prodigy, Guru,
Nigga I want this money 'til it's rich
Buy my album
Guarded by 30 Section 3
Go against the grain
I got to pee
I know you don't recognize me now
I done
Yo, wanna know something about my right arm?
I done flex so hard, I set off fire alarms
The fireplace's outta space with a lion's belt
Big jewels
to see this nigga everyday up at the school
I mean dude was cool type of fool
who always said what he meant
You could peep him at lunch
Freestylin by
a gig
Cuz I rip shit they liked (chea), I flip shit you make right (chea)
When I spit shit, I get rich quick, and make hits from doctors they liked
to the pumps
Had you floating in the ocean
Now you trashed by the dumps
Nifty fifty gang, I was raised in the slumps
Pockets so fat like it's raised by
Big Bank
A nigga came from the trenches
Step in this bitch SWO
Rich energy I match the description
Sick bitch you need your prescription
You niggas is
(These tears I cry)
(Sure won't be the last) ayy, rest in peace to Nip
(They will not be the last, no) the album was done, I had to go back in
of getting rich
You crash landed
Before our first gig
That's life
And more often than not
It is what it is
You give up
Or live and get big
I only live to get
what
Reality is a big punch in the gut
A rip off, I flip off the bridge
Shouldn’t have left, now I'm getting rich
Wouldn't talk down if my homies around
that album
The Score by The Fugees
Or Bob Marley's greatest hits
The Legend album
Or the Blueprint
Or Abbey Road
Or something that
When you hear it
to worry about a bitch
Stay with the team I never switch
Could lose my job and still be rich
Woke up getting bands
Then travel across the land
These broke
by a Mack truck
And don't come around forty and front and get tapped up
Cracked up, can't wait 'till this album is wrapped up
I'mma take you
pressure, big drip
Rolling in money, big strips
At the table couple stacks, I'm a young rich boy with some big chips
Damn
Skipping classes cause I wanted
moment of silence and
I let go of his shirt
I started to think that maybe I'd
Made some kind of big mistake
I tried to walk out onto the platform
But by
P
He hit me one night
Talking bout hey what's happening
And all I had to do was be like
Hey come by
I wish change sometimes
So many years that shit
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