Lyrics:
n****s scared (scared)
I wanna thank god for blessin' me
To hit you wit this recipe
Yeah you got more bread than me
B**** but I know you scared
can't knock the hustle (alright)
But I- it's like a game of twenty-one and I got nineteen
And my Jake but I put more D on me
Lil' Weezy Wee gon' eat
the sun
That's why I'm always on the run
Trying to get it all at once
Go through struggles with my brothers knowing it's a couple more to come
I ain't never
living forgiven, and getting more love
Then when you get mentions
Sin on my hit list, I hit'm with quickness
I'm gifted with richness cause God is my
instead
The more money, more problems like the man said
Ain't like my phone is bein tapped by the damn FEDs
But my accountant said I can't get out
you ready?
I wanna take you way back
To when a girl on a mike?s worth
Wasn't determined by the length of her skirt
I mean way back to creativity before
recognized by every eye worldwide
Back to the streets of the do or die hustler
I understand politics consistent, never quit
Super star write hits
Come have
Soon as they comin' for me I'm already GAWN
Bags packed GAWN, Google map that GAWN
Stamp another page in my passport, GAWN
If ya need to reach me hit
you stuck in a three
So you know your floss game ain't nuttin to me
When the sun hits the cross, yo it's something to see
are-be , Kid Capri niggas
time to stand up
Let's take it back to the core time to stand up
You know the people want more time to stand up
Get em Time to stand up hit em time
to get through. I fight more it hits you
There's no tomorrow with you
Negative Temperature turning into crystals
Well now your shining!
We're so 11:11 you
filters
I make hits these, people catch em like outfielders
I'll have sex with a milf, and her son watching Bob The Builder
Don't unleash the beast it's
Rebel, renegade, must stay paid
Not by financial aid, but a raid of hits
Causing me to take long trips
I'm the original teacher of this type of style
got this grave half dug
(true) with Yani covering Taps to make the
Pain worse than it was (nooo)
Playing marbles (playing marbles)
Hit by a bus (hit
Oooh
That bass kicks
Just like when paranoia hit
Only one person in the room like it when I spit
Talking bout #1
Maybe more
But I'm not yet arrogant
we together we should put it in a song
Anytime you feel you drowning mane don’t let it guide you
Let me make an album bout it called Penn’s Bayou
By
can't knock the hustle (alright)
But I- it's like a game of twenty-one and I got nineteen
And my Jake but I put more D on me
Lil' Weezy Wee gon' eat
we're shooting today called 'Horror Evening'
Thanks for the contribution it's cheaper than props
And even looks more authentic than any blood our
backwards
The signs more encrypted than Stalin's passwords (For real)
My enemies must like Kendrick Lamar's DAMN
Album, the way I got 'em talking backwards
More than the average bear that’ll roam around in the forest
You hit it off with Drea that jealousy was euphoric
That month I made an album and no one
action, guaranteed raw
I hang with the rich and I work for the poor
Now tomorrow you can say you saw
Krs-one stompin' once more
I play by ear, I love
How freaky can you get to a long fat dick
Hella freaky like I said to a song that hit
I'm the dirty rapper Too Short, the triple X
Run up in
stepped into the Hall of Fame and put my frame on the wall
I'm like a Michelangelo painting that hangs in the vault
They gated me off, by Hendrix while he
the press
That want to start shit by printin' lies instead of the things we said
That means you andy secher at hit parader, circus magazine
Mick wall
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