Lyrics:
beautiful to be the man
lil one that evil man
[Mr. Sancho]
holdin the cap of my gun
surrounded by copers
I'm settin to run out
am ownin your crew with
This sixty two so comfortable
I'm a field nigga, you's a house nigga
I'm a real nigga and you's a mouse nigga
Code red, which means you go red
But I
chance and out the box, I'm back again with 'dro and spirits
Look at me now, I found a spot, I'm down here by that rolling river
Grab a rose and took me
platinum, baby
Yeah, we be goin' platinum but I wear gold
Four hundred, five hundred what I get a show
Play the game right so I'm livin' by the code
We
'm the golden, so no you do not owe me
I'm the chosen, don't compare me to nobody
Put your code in and watch your body open (he frozen)
Big blood from the lil
might've missed what I said
It's wordplay in case you might've missed what I said
Yo I ain't here to horse around that's Mr. Ed
They sleeping on me cuz they
hit Henry Ave cause my poppa gone stick to the bro code.
V2
I used to kick like karate
My pops is Miagi
I live and I die by respect
Yeah
Fake
can't understand
How one real nigga became a real man
S is for the way I skeet in they mouth
One by one we muttin' 'em out
Man, them other niggas, y'all
'cept get catched by dis' lil' stinker over heahhh!
'membuh, we's on broadway! muthafucker be buyin' dem tickets wants a lil' heart, a lil' soul...'n
getting this fetti
We in the Chevy and ready to pop tags in
[Chorus:]
So whatever you tryna do lil niggas I already done
And since you wanna live by
bumpin' Heavy Kane
Martin Luther King, I'm a Mr. everything
Sunset Road, I got hoes, red bottom toes
I got hoes in the fall, they're my autumn hoes
Mr.International
Havin Cash
NewWe$t
MoneyBags
Haters hate you mad
Baby I'm a businessman all I want is Money fuc the fame I'm a simple Man yeah
Baby
Brrrah Brrrah Brrrah Motherfuckers Wah
This is Lil Dinky
And this is Eauldie
I can't fall asleep, too many rhymes inside my cranium
I'm raining them
I was impressed by the
Technicalities
All these numbers you averaging
Pure gasoline
You come fully loaded, extra magazine
If we argue combatively
I
Hey, stick to the code that's all a nigga know
Yes I had to get right, the only way to go
Hey, I was just broke and sleeping on the floor
Had to kick
Whole lotta loud in a lil' Backwood
Whole lotta money, big tip, I would
I put her on the train, little engine could, bitch
Girl the way you're
cannibalism
Ninnin' the blick, had them legs
Talkin' in code while I'm blowin
See that I'm stoned and I kinda feel like Rosetta
Now, now the realest bitch I
(Grade A, Grade A, Grade A)
Take a bitch shoulder
Finna introduce y'all to Lil Reuben
AKA Mr g6, G Swig, me swig talk to ’em bro
Nigga, I'm clean
Cool nigga written in my gene code
Still play the nice guy When I seem bold
Getting European money like I'm Leopold
Stripper bitch like to slide
Whole lotta loud in a lil' Backwood
Whole lotta money, big tip, I would
I put her on the train, little engine could, bitch
Girl the way you're
the
Gas runs out (there goes ya Benz)
They just don't make my breed no more
Nobody lives by the code of the street no more
I don't deal wit the nonsense,
Want a front? You best go to the bank lil chump
Go get a lone I ain’t ever had shit I did it on my own
Ten toes down always riding for my bros
But
Motherfucker pop a nigga from cut and ass
I gotta hustle wars with me and we actin' bad
For lil niggas in the Cadillac
Yea motherfuckin' nigga, it's on
Yea
new niggas they do not live by a code
They like to crash over bitches
You know that I'm high cause I gotta go balance my lows
That's why we tryna get
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