Lyrics:
, you'll still see me
I go forward, right by three, three, three
I'm Jamie, don't watch J-M-E
I do what I want, I'm free, free, free
Wiley's my bredrin, he's
sins, yeah
Willy Shakes with the pen
I might have to set a trend (Yeah)
I'ma pop by the end
Got too many famous friends
(Yeah, way too many)
Spirit moves
Camaro
Possessed by the pharaohs
Pull out the dick
Gave her the babies
Cge gang big cash baby
Snap chat break that bitch back
Say it with ya chest
Lemme
on
Yeaa..
Doe let's make a song to put these broke niggas on
Big Doe
No my name not waka but..
Oh let's do it
Benji made me do it
Play with him I shoot it
I
me but I wanted the glory
Now spot him I didn't seen, scouted out his team
Get punked, 'fore I jump, bumping that old fiend
Hit a lick and say 'cause,
and that ain't funny son,
So I got money gun, they wet him and his honey bun.
Cause phony faggots I froze, it's a fact,
I flip fast on foes with fabulous
with the old-time throng
Give my regards to old Broadway
And say that I'll be there, e'er long.
Verse 2
Say hello to dear old Coney Isle,
If there you
it by design
Side step over thirty that's a swish every time
Watch these words dribble when my last name on the line
You know me
Had to do that for
is what I must do
I want my songs to be heard, but I don't wanna be famous
One day I'll blow up then I'll be called overrated
I don't want it that way
with that cash
Cause my niggas like racks
Better keep you a hustle
I don't like to tussle
Get shot by a fat nigga
Flexing them muscles
Your niggas ain't
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
a liquor store, the old man knew him since four
Still slapped him wit the toast, and son emptied the cash drawer
Watchin news flicks, what the kid did,
him in traffic
He hit that boy with a 4 by 4
Dre Ski too savage
My heart cold I can't wife no hoe
Especially them ratchet lil hoes
They be doing
the same symbol as Masons
Cash that
The wizardry vividly paints imagery
Cash stacks
A flash in a frying pan of misery
Usually loves company, so I keep
rappers be my son that means I'm ur 아버지
Yeah GRAY BEAT I'm flammin'
Don't wanna here another word from u
Tell me where my payment is hop on this famous
Tic tac toe
I just made 3 in a row
Kick that door
My Niggas go hit up his home
Whip that dope
Cooking too much over heated the stove
Help me get
opponent crumble
Like the shack that I live in the house that I rent from him
[Roach infested I'm sure that the rats are nesting
The heat doesn't work he
to a Residence suite for the night
C.F.E. for the pipe, got her family throwing rites
Get her home by midnight, tripping on my real life
Verses that I didn't
ke di line nkare phatla ya ga Mangope (Ngopzen)
First album and I'm fucking with the greatest
We ain't invent shit but they yelling that we made it
with none of them niggas
Ain't no talk, Bitch just remove them
Don't come asking about no h*e that I didn't fuck, bitch stop assuming
I got bad hoes
and that ain't funny son,
So I got money gun, they wet him and his honey bun.
Cause phony faggots I froze, it's a fact,
I flip fast on foes with fabulous
You all alone at that point, you get me? Crazy
Supplied by uber eats
Scooter the movement gon' let my troppers eat
Hopped out
V.W motors caused up
and that ain't funny son,
So I got money gun, they wet him and his honey bun.
Cause phony faggots I froze, it's a fact,
I flip fast on foes with fabulous
When he walks around like he's made outta glass,
Boy sit your ass down with that lighter you ain't got no gas
Don't make me furious,
All that pussy cat
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