Lyrics:
Come listen, all me true men
To my simple rhyme
For it tells of a young man
Cut off in his prime
A soldier and a statesman who
Laid down the law
I remember when
people said I ain’t got it now I got it,
Lambo truck riding
make these b****** feel sorry,
Sliding down Collins with your dime
Richard Fagan/Joe Collins, Of Music, Inc (ASCAP/Life's A Pitch/Joe Collins Music (ASCAP)/Foray Music administered by EMI Music (SESAC)
Hey hoe come
ago
They come they come to -
Long time ago
Long time ago
Long time ago
When they come they go down down down
Long time ago
Down down down
Long time ago
Charlie's drinking wine, Judy's laughing at him
She says, "I forget that you're such a fancy guy"
He tips his hat, says "M'lady, do you come here often?"
I
tellin' all your best friends
Down Collins, in my posse it ain't hard to find a thottie
Me and baby Abu Dhabi pull up rocking Avianne
I'm a Tom Kawasaki,
meditate
How can the day be a doozy if I’m feeling all moody like I’m judge Judy
Won’t have it, you gon get served by yours truly
Understand this, my come up
pence walks in with.. Susan Collins
Just the two of them ...together
Now everybody knows one thing about Mike
He can't go anywhere with a woman without
a breath
Make a rhyme, Take a rest
Wait in line, raise the bets
Is she mine, I digress
Seven dimes, take ya pick
Fading times, recollect
On my own, by myself
thinkin about 9
Im thinkin bout 18
Man its my time
To pop up on the scene
And show my fuckin neckless
Come down the boulevard, straight up wreck it
In
It's Woodside up up in this bitch
Been with the funk as a kid
Listened to Snoop, Industria, and Bootsy Collins
Little Kendrick and Skrillex up in
I'ma Slimeball like Nudy
I slang wood like Judy
Four-eighty-eight, red ruby
Wait, I cannot fuck with the Jakes
Hmm, unless it's TD
Slide in yo'
they put in yo' ear
The only thing I'm transportin is my Naughty hear
I don't sell coke no mo', but still I make fast dough
by slangin records by
Aye, we doin' this for the fans
For the motherfuckers that be in our corner
This right here is some live shit
Ain't one word written down
Ain't no
don't really do love, but fell in love in Miami
Say she Get to the hotel, she wastin' no time
She tryna f*** on the balcony, put shots in her spine
She
(Come on)
Root to the fruit
More bass than Bootsy Collins
You verses me
Thats like Ali verses Foreman (a-ha)
God's act, stand back and watch
looks tight
Go beyond the fit apply this to your life
You cannot be the hero and in fear of losing your life
Tryna stay focused but i'm blinded by
moments, the sad ones, the classics
My first time in Miami
Pharrell had me out on Collins Ave
The studio rappin'
The last nigga signed to Star Trak,
Yonder comes Miss Rosie. How in the world do you know?
Well, I know her by the apron and the dress she wore.
Umbrella on her shoulder, piece
years in federal prison
I always live by the code of honour
That's why my best days are ahead of me
I am richer than I've ever been
I would like
In Miami down on Collins blowing blunts by the pier
Sliding in something fast with the tops down cruising
Groupies on my line but this paper is what
film will fail because of you.
LEVI:
I think if you saw the potential that I do in- Okay, so she’s no Judy Garland.
RICK:
We’re cutting her.
Aw
Ayyyeee, come on
Ahh
Yeahh, aye
I put a dick in a Glock and I make sure it bust
I put this shit it ya guts
I like my bitches like us with a lil bit
them other niggas they aint with us anyway
Nah, they aint with us
Put in 9 to 5, overtime with my niggas
We all outside come and shlide with my niggas
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