Lyrics:
The Album just dropped, never heard it before
Got a million plays, but ain’t talking bout songs
I made this album, to write all my wrongs
I’m trying to go
option number 5
She Holly, and I'm her Tommy, her wallet is full of Johnnies
Honestly, I'm appalled by the cash she bring around me, yeah
What's a flex? I
even up to this day
Man I'm trying to drag me under
What the bumba you know that you can find me
I never change my number
I don't mind if these private
Act like you forgot about it, let some months go by
Let everything just simmer down
And just when them niggas think you let that shit go
Slide
a masterpiece, No Limit like Master P
Now I am the master, see, that's the way it has to be
My life is a movie, I'm so glad God casted me
I am not top ten, more
fly away like caterpillars
So if you don't know by now then you should probably get familiar
My, my leather jacket, thriller
There sure ain't nothin'
rewind
1 Time for the 1 time
2 Twins both of them fine
3’s company who lied
4 Play yeah Issa vibe
1 time for the 1 time
I ain't tricking on p*ssy
I dont
albums that don't completely suck,
Stop puttin DRM onto audio CDs,
That don't make it any harder to steal your MP3s,
If I want your shit for free, I ain't
tryna stay at a palace, while my pals practice front smiths
I'll make it all better for you
We got the 404, show em what it do
Aye, it’s P-Tree dot mp3
I been woke 3 days cooking songs up
Ramen noodle dinners soaking the Patron up
I dun lost 3 albums on a flash drive
Every since I been looking for it
humming to adele
(Her new album was so sad)
Look, I got two phones
No le gusto
They tryna step like we cool though
Call me bruno, Number uno
Skating past
and bring the mail
I'm passing the time by reading
She way from Florida but mailing pictures out to me
I was thankful in that time of need
No more than
words nigga duffel bags I just know it so well
I can't help but brag, old man got 10 mail man got 3
And just your luck the rap game got me hold up
[Intro: Young Jeezy]
Yeah, be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this by the way nigga, some real shit right here nigga
This'll be
of Ft. Meyers
I got principles nigga that's what I live by
I ain't got rap feature and I'm still alive
Not 1 my 3 album is you surprised worth my
do numbers like we Beatles
I go bonkers swervin' the Beamer
They wanna bite my drip, mosquito
Rockin' vintage by Moschino
Walk in Chanel and spent
money, let the hoes keep throwin'
I once met a tender, she did it for free
On the Foothill bus number forty-three
All the way on the back she was
Cops got, guns!
They givin' out life like by the tons
Run! If you ain't do shit, you it
That next felony, nigga, it's like three zip
So, run! Hop
money, let the hoes keep throwin'
I once met a tender, she did it for free
On the Foothill bus number forty-three
All the way on the back she was
em'
Back to Benning Road
Strippa bitches in my kitchen with
The semi's on the floor
All I know I want him dead by tonight
With his head in his lap
pack nigga
I done seen 6 figures
Drop the pin
You a good one
Lost one
Double back with 3
Plus 90 that's that good gas
Doing numbers
And we
Written by: James Ray, Montay Shine, Meni Ru
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It's the way that we live The fast life
Fast life fast ho's fast cars
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