Lyrics:
I got by
Creflo pray Mike Vick payed bobby brown stray Whitney lost weight
Kimbo Slice on the pad when I write
That Mayweather money looking funny in
Shit, tired of gettin' shot at
Tired of gettin' chased by the police and arrested
Niggas need a spot where we can kick it
A spot where we belong,
boy
On the outskirts, of what works
Live those who go for broke, and merk to get merked
Live by the sword and die by the semi
Not part of my ways, but
Give me the cue
Skip the introduction
Proceed the lip function
The junction get rushed by some grimy people busting weed
Splatter your melons like
a legend?
I just got ten number one albums, maybe now eleven
More hits than a "Now! Eleven"
That is no reason to treat me like I'm somehow from outta
old back room
He'd bob his head and say, "Damn, oh, that's you?"
But by The Black Album, I was blackin' out
Party at S.O.B.'s and we had packed
die, genocide the cause
Expect a blood bath, the aftermath is y'alls
I told you, last album, we need help 'cause we dyin'
Give us a chance, help us
Y'all know me, still the same O.G.
But I been low-key
Hated on by most these niggas with no cheese
No deals and no G's
No wheels and no keys
No
Ok alright
Hey this song right there
Was off the first album I ever made
It's called Reasonable Doubt
Also was fortunate enough to be
Blessed by
old back room
He'd bob his head and say, "Damn, oh, that's you?"
But by The Black Album, I was blackin' out
Party at S.O.B.'s and we had packed
Shit, tired of gettin' shot at
Tired of gettin' chased by the police and arrested
Niggas need a spot where we can kick it
A spot where we belong,
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
playin' by your rules
"Sleeping With the Enemy" was album number two
Let's take a look around
And see which one of you all
Gotta balls to put me out
Here's
to the heaven I'm so dope its
A weapon raps one big casino I'm plottin ocean eleven aye I might have sold the least but I still
Manage to most feared by most
sound like mine?
Now, to have a partna as well as my friend
Well I have two partnas as well as my friend
And on goes by the name of...
Maganoo aka
like we failed our youngsters, man
It's like we not giving the youngsters that game no more, man
That shit that they can live by
That shit they can,
know I?m selfish at times but bottom line, move around if that ain?t how you get down
Plus my album coming out real soon, I?m in the studio daily tryna
and all day the omnipresent sand has been whipped up by an impudent wind, making progress all the more difficult
At dawn, I pinpointed the location
you 5 seconds
[Roscoe]
The wait is finally done with, the time is now
YA, like who want it, we in it to run it
The album's done nigga, Volume 1 nigga
Never address me as "Robert" unless it's 'bout that Dinero
Far from a hero, I ain't never savin' hoes
I'm not defined by these clothes, and zeros
It
of shit was never given to me
That shits a fallacy told by the enemy
Trying to get ahead of me
They dead to me, everybody dead to me
Everybody know that
Ayo, I break bread, ribs, hundred dollar bills
Peel on Ducatis and other four wheels
Write a book full of medicine and generate mills
Tour the album
boom on your black ass, bitch
You could get the finger, the middle (come and get some)
I thought I hit rock bottom, they ban my album, point
something and I got it covered
Somehow always rise above it
Why you think I got my head in the clouds on my last album cover?
The game is all mine and I'm
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