Lyrics:
bet against Chizz-nocks
Count your loss
See I don't care what you think or say
What you do, I got a crew that run up in your HQ
Dissed by who, six
my heart to hear some shit from my homie
Told me "dammit bro your girl got fucking kissed by K brody"
I'd be lying if I said I didn't still want him
a fuckin fox
You understand my game
With me and you its all the same
I call you by your nickname
You never sweat me when i'm out with my crew
consult your album
And show you how to stay off my dick
That's the thing I hate the most
Can't even call you a man
When you gotta call out my name
To get
that drive-by
And ain't did nothing but drive by
Listen shawty I'm telling you this for your own good (uh)
Everybody is the man in they own hood, for
that drive-by
And ain't did nothing but drive by
Listen shawty I'm telling you this for your own good (uh)
Everybody is the man in they own hood, for
Aye its rules
To da game
Nah u cant play
It aint no cheat codes
Cops and robbers
Dope and guns
Crack and rocks
Wat we sold
Inidictment season
Police
Don't even know who i would be
By now If i wasn't the man you see
Right Now
Been through the storm been through the heat I'm crowned
All i wanna be
cats I'm done with you
From Joe Scudda, miss and shoot the one with you
Get it in with you, forget you
Put your little album out
Who really cares
learn to treat me like that
You don't seem to have any of that family stuff
You know the hardwood floors and all that penniless rough
Your bad luck
Big heart
Big body
Big house
Big car
Big wallet
Big stylist
Big nose
Big bra
Talk about it
Talk about it
Talk slow
Talk more
Read about it
Read
One Time For The Famo
Freestyle Sessions
Just to open your mind or something you know
The album coming
These girls throw pussy like a food fight
You
through the wall
Stop and follow your heart you might avoid the fall
Only the best will stand the test of time
I take this more serious than just a rhyme
an attach coming on
Yo Ready Rock see I wanna play a game of Donkey Kong
It used to be a problem this addiction I have
I would feel the urge, then I'd go
with useless tones
Spiting dudes that slighted truth, I might abuse these notes
'Cuz my words burn bridges and you curs earned stitches
Better learn your
never get rich surrounded by broke customers
You gotta learn to maneuver through the tight spots
Dirty bike cops keep searchin' a nigga Nike socks
I
order the steak with the collard greens
Part of me wanna buzz pile of bees
I want all the smoke from your self-esteem
Keep it moving like Michael in
an attach coming on
Yo Ready Rock C I wanna play a game of Donkey Kong
It used to be a problem this addiction I have
I would feel the urge, then I'd go stark
that you set up to be left alone w/ just a microphone
And hopes of being shown your way aboard your private planes
Clear a port to air your heart, but
I cry when I listen to your album
With a heavy heart, and heavy soul
It reminds that at times we all get lonesome
We don't know where we want to go
a profit now
I need beats because we're about to put an album out
That conversation wasn't friendly
Thought he had some beats that he could lend me
But he
a reason
Hit you with the Dom K 'Let's Be Friends'
Let the Yellow Album play while I'm beatin'
I've been looking for some hope need a beacon
And my heart
album and not come out with a classic
All I have is my passion
This rapping gift is a talent
All I do is deliver go check your door for the package
All I
feel dead
I could still feel you inside of my bed
Tryna get the sound of your voice out of my head,
Get out of my head, think im going crazy girl
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