Lyrics:
some little kids
Balenciaga did some weird shit with some little kids (aw)
R Kelly put an album out admittin' what he did (aw)
Nobody care, he got
Travel all the way down to your leg
Ayo, it's Hell on Earth
Whose necks are gonna be first?
The projects is front line
And the enemy is one-time
I
like Brek if any might step
I've got the whole game tryna bury my rep
I'm ahead by much more than twenty-nine steps
Still got more than you ain't got any
Indeed truly we are the mighty mighty BDP posse
This is our fourth album and we're still not takin' no shorts
Yeah, ha hah!
On the wheels
keeping it rockin'
20's in my pocket, got 100's in my sock
Clip ain't stock, got 20 in the Glock
Got 20 dollar pops, still bust my own knocks
20 light
R.I.P. real niggas
Lately I only do the shit that inspire me
Lately niggas treat the Shade Room like a diary
Oh yeah, is that what you heard?
Believing
of being a rockstar do a show for twenty g's
Living free, life is glee
Then I fell into the seams
Captured somehow by a hoe then again in mickey d’s
Then I
floss mode
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
floss mode
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
Even if I made an album
With a Punjabi hit-squad
Clash me, I'll make you jump like Kris Kross
Make a man know, that I'm not a nimrod
And if you still
And hopped back into the studio to
Voice animated superheroes and record her
First solo album when Cameron isn’t
Bringing your favorite characters to
Life
who you are (Nah)
My life recently has been fire (Yeah)
But sometimes i'm just too tired (Yeah)
Man that joint hit me, i'm fried (For real)
You failed
to Florida City, Opa-Locka
By way to Overtown and look at this city
Open to Grove and the South Miami
Wedwood Highlear, look Eddie, look 'Bana
Some many ice
a bunch of junk that never took off
Maybe it's for the best
My pops said it best
He said it's blending in with all the rest
Time moves by and my corpse will
Yeah, I go by the name of Cassidy the Hustler
And I brought two of my niggaz with me
And we about to shut the industry down
Ayo Wheezy let's get
to your head
Travel all the way down to your leg
[Chorus:]
Aiyyo it's hell on earth, whose necks are gonna be first
The projects is front lines,
off these n*****
When they try to play the kid
Another hit song being sang by his kid
Don't mean to bring the children into it
But since you spoke
('cause no one told me)
Deontay Wilder lost his first fight
He got beat up by Tyson, I ain't talkin' 'bout Mike
Oh, the Tyson that he got beat up by was
Yeah, I go by the name of Cassidy the Hustler
And I brought two of my niggaz with me
And we about to shut the industry down
Ayo Wheezy let's get
By way to Overtown and look at this city
Open to Grove and the South Miami
Wedwood Highlear, look Eddie, look 'Bana
Some many ice P-Rhymes rich
Yeah be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way nigga
Some real shit right here nigga
This will be the realest shit you
pop style for 30 hours, then let him repeat
Now, you poppin' up with the jokes, I'm dead, I'm asleep
I just left from over by y'all puttin' pen
o'clock (woo!)
Hungry 'bout to hit the IHOP (let's go)
After that, menage-a-trois
And he out by seven o'clock (p-YOON)
'Cause I'm a baller, thought I
five I wanted ten, and if I had ten I wanted twenty
Fuck having some, shit I wanted plenty
Back in the gap, when I first hit the block
With my first
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