Lyrics:
was gone come through in the Benz
These niggas know I don't really even trust friends
'Cause you will commit 'em homie if we commitin' sins
How I got
(Come on)
Tried steppin' on my shoes, it just made me go harder
My Armenian partners said we just getting started (What up, Al?)
So much cash I grabbed
that we into things
Do whatever gotta get it by any means
Money , Talk , Like Charlie Sheen
Babygirl come fuck wit the Winnin Team
Say she scared cuz she
the b**** up put the gangsta twist on
Her sunny southern cal it never snows
N****s yellin' ha's and ho's we dumpin' out of 64's
When it comes to the gun
was to try to come up on some change
Do my music out of town, i got to hoppin' on the planes
All the time away from home, shit you wasn't in my trust
day I see my mother struggling
Now it's time, I've got to do something
I look for work, I get dissed like a jerk
I do odd jobs and come home like
kidding and lying
We leaving our homes and we coming on the street they gon know who we are
Cux we dey run
We dey come
Yede heat b3 tum ama kwan na
of the game, save up, buy a condo
Sell the pussy by the grands
And in months you own a Benz
Another week a set of rims
See if I had the chance to be a virgin
of the game, save up, buy a condo
Sell the pussy by the grands
And in months you own a Benz
Another week a set of rims
See if I had the chance to be a virgin
one of those nights
hand on my Mack-10
[SPM]
I'm a Screwston sipper
microphone ripper
I'ma come home with my shirt full of glitter
Jump my 45er
race
home and write Ice, Ice Baby
'Cause if it comes down to, I must have a pocket
I go get a day-job and rappin', I'll stop it
I'm never goin' out, so,
house calls
With shotguns and loaded Glocks
Gold and platinum plaques back to back
Cuz we sold alot
Everyday I come home with more than I left with
day I see my mother struggling
Now it's time, I've got to do something
I look for work, I get dissed like a jerk
I do odd jobs and come home like
father and grit's teeth
Uncles and cousin
Brothers are ready to rough him up
But her mother steps forward, say "No
Let's discuss it"
"Come home, Benaz i
again
Gotta stand on my word, no need to pretend
Get it done by myself, no, I don't need a friend
All them L's in my life got took on the chin
It's just
Lynn, bitch supposed to be in the Benz
Parked in row ten, her and that slow ho Gwen
Shoulda known she was a bitch that we both coulda boned
If posted
the cue, simply I got the juice
Twin Benz when I kick it, I feel like Ken and Ryu
I'm the ghost of her past, man she's dying to get through
Billie Jean
I turned a thousand to ten
Turned the Nissan to a Benz
They told me grind and I did
Aye why you round if, you ain't tryna die by this shit
Don't
Changed by
Changed by
Changed (Change) by
Your love
Ooh Change
Yeah
It's been one hell of a year
Kobe died that shit made me shed a tear
Cops still
Girl, girl, girl
That's your life
Girl
Smoking that glass pipe
I come from the city of dope
It couldn't be saved by john the pope
Cause
SB dunks, five seven five jeans
5000 dollars on my fuckin' wallet chain
I be wilin' man, I'm a island man
There ain't nothin' else by me, man (Ha,
I'm so fly, I need my ass kicked
These niggas ballin' by accident, uhh
Keep talkin' nigga fuck up your body
Send you home and tell your
Mom it was
phone, tell her bring that bitch out cocked, then my mama will (come on)
I was eighteen, my OG seen me hop out the Benz or a Bonneville (bah)
I bought
Million dollar homes platinums filled with
A lot of stones
Bitches on, every new nigga dick who rich
If the street could speak
The sidewalk could
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