Lyrics:
change with the seasons
I don't bet all in for that reason
Fake love lil bitch don't need it
Call the shots lil bitch you see it
Fair weather fan change
Refined is my mind that's why I'm buildin'
There was a void in New York but now it's filled in
By the Lord J, don't forget the A-M-A
To the R, now say
since the day I met him
Prayin' that y'all do good up in college, when y'all at UL together
Lil Man my cousin, but that's my brother, he always lookin'
on the block they call me Mr. Clean
In my life, I see red, got no help from vizine
Yes, I keep a burner, and a Hot Wheels burner (Yeah)
Yeah I'm more burning
this world
And everybody thinks I'm fine
But I can't do this anymore
Cause I'm so lonely
I'm Mr. Lonely
And I got nobody
I'm on my own
Yeah
It has been
'm bussin'
I remember I was clutching I was so eager to up it
Give a fuck if I'm in public Mr. Pop up at yo function
Yeah I remember playin' sports Practice
the May gov
Fire myself so I find myself
Then I mind myself, then I make it, uh
Woah, woah, woah, woah (Get the fuck away from me)
Yeah, lil niggas getting
yeah
You need to get a lil cup by yourself
Me, I just chill in the cut by myself
I check my trophies look clean in my shelf
Champ, woah, uh
But they
I’m a big baller big moves that’s that tony stark
I ain’t a lil boy I don’t play games I ain’t at the park
I be whippin inna kitchen keep da strap by my
the South,
Soon as she see the dick she start doin' tricks with her mouth,
You know what I'm talkin' bout, yeah I spent some lil' change on her,
I ain't no
brother, he be snappin' too
Got tired of fuckin' bitches by the one
When I can fuck 'bout two
Free lil' Blue, I got it from my nigga
Now I’m first to shoot
that?) This the new high score
The old champion, he ain't champ no more
This the new high score
And everything that came before
Well that shit was cute
I
stackin' my paper till the game done change
Cause I love me a bank roll fuckin' right 'cause with out it who am
Make the haters wanna cry
drive by
stackin' my paper till the game done change
Cause I love me a bank roll fuckin' right 'cause with out it who am
Make the haters wanna cry
drive by
speaks]
Luda: Back up on da scene, back to put a nail in these rappers' coffins I got the hammer in my jeans,
Call me Mr.Fixit, barrel hotter than
[Sammie]
Strike one, caught you by surprise
Strike two, right before your eyes
Pitch three, oooh I got you out
without a doubt, I got you out
(Lil' Bow Wow)
I'm scared for the birds
I'm scared for the bees
I'm scared for the earth
I'm scared for its trees
I'm scared New York's gonna drown
Mr. Fire
a team (woo)
On top of my dreams, Joyner, I know you inspired by me
Like I was inspired by Nelson Mandela, I give him a rose for every endeavor (hey)
(Ooh ooh)
They know who we are by now
They know who we are
Champion, the champion (champion, champion)
Yeah, okay, we made it to America
I remember when
Thousand dollar shades on
My lil' homies boost 'em
Songs bump in Houston like Trae
Tha Truth produced 'em silverback nigga
I suggest you get used
spiking 4d past experiences I had
Mission unveil, lemme give you lil' facts
Lemme take you to the scratch
Wen hip hop was impressed with 2pac, Big
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
a locksmith/
I'm self made, you know that is/
I made this change so I can feed these kids/
I changed the game to play by my rules/
Y'all fools confused, like
This a real nigga foundation
Let me get a lil' taste of your honey glazed lips
And the universe got me in its good graces
Get rid of the cancers, I
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