Lyrics:
charge that's the currency
Cuz student loans had me burned by the third degree
Yeah I always had to get it, see the work in me
Built the worth in me, I
on ya,
Work together for the money, better way around it,
Grinding daily for the empire, Terrence Howard,
Know I'm lucky, this a movie, y'all,
Grateful
on Snapchat
You ain't black fam how you gon rap man
Good thing I got gold bars like the Cash Man
I'm in a class of my own
But I'm barely in class rather kick
to the most high
Think back on my old life
Got a little bit of buzz through the grape vine
And a couple outfits on lay-buy
Mommy had to work on the late nights
it
I just figure I proved that that way gets turfed
In the process of elimination
Gotta keep proving wrongs till the right one works
So we're
Yo, I work hard and barely get paid
How did I get stuck on this page
I've been starving for like six days
I should go and get a switch blade
about me
Gold rubbers in my pocket like fuck it
A nigga feeling like Charlie Bucket
Stop the press
I beat the track like ya best point guard
I got up out
tryna get by
I'm the next guy
Smoking on the woods cause I'm tryna catch a head high
It go like
Ayee
Ohh
Love my guys, fuck the foes
And if I make
a soul
I still post up in my hood
The left hand work the gold
My right hand on the dice and
Five grand on the Rolls
I ain't speak to the weatherman but
They screamin', "Easy
" you can tell by what they shirt say
She say her pussy like the ocean
She a mermaid
They like, "What days you off work?" Nigga
No
like a crime scene
Eye just bought gold, shit shine like high beams
Aye let's hit the road, best of both like Miley
Then, come back in to the city & then
the "fastest man"
Already cracked an egg
Now I’ll put a Flash in the pan
I’m the Megaman for Sega fans
Dedicated to best foes
You could never Top me even if you
I come from a land of wide open prairie
Blue skies and wheat fields of gold
They call 'em the flatlands, but to me it's the heartland
The best
like this
Keep a 30 round drum if ya man try sum
He a bum now he got no lungs
Heart so cold never need no tums
The bitch like gold but the bitch get nun
The setting sun can burn a brilliant vibrant flame!
[Spoken Word by Father Roy Bourgeois]
We can see our country at work in Latin-America
On the side
[Chorus: Inspectah Deck]
Get money, get fly, get busy, get live
Get over, get by, get women, get high
Get right!
[Inspectah Deck]
Think you can stop
(But it doesn't work that way)
(It all stays the same at the end of the evenin')
You lay and contemplate sunrise and sundown
Who made the best decisions?
Fabulous he!
Ali Ababwa
Genuflect, show some respect
Down on one knee!
Now, try your best to stay calm
Brush up your sunday salaam
The come and meet
to express feels at 2AM
Found out you got another hitta, you got two great men
You cut me off 'cause of the distance?
We could've make it work, stop
Genuflect, show some respect
Down on one knee!
Now, try your best to stay calm
Brush up your sunday salaam
The come and meet his spectacular coterie
Prince
Alright girls, sing 'em your siren song, go ahead.
Turn them men into pigs. Not the band, you idiots.
Those, that bunch right over there in the front
Absurd
king kong, in cannes, on a date with spiderman
dan dare's sitting there, scared by the killer teddy bears
downtown, mini mouse is
Fearless, she jumps in the deep end
Works hard all week, cuts sick on the weekend
Girl likes to party hard
With her free friends
No drama so it's
back when
But now I lay back in Maybach Benz
Eighteens in the trunk with bass packed in
He's real he is not one of these fake black men
I never been
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