Lyrics:
big time supplyin'
Enuff bud to keep tha whole party high on
I might get ill and roll an 8th in one hooter
Park my Benz or cold jet it on my scooter
and tears and diamonds
My nigga sat down, now he's back home
The mandem got free, Slime like Thugger
You hear that bine explode (baow), the corn might fly
don't know, should I try to spit game to her friend or just her?
I don't know, what the hell I told her
Though I took her home by the morn', ended up
the chain, it's too heavy
Word to mother, I was swingin that Shaolin Style machete
Now when I come through it's "What up Ghost?", my folks throwin confetti
My
met me"
You knew I was a hustler by nature
You gon' always come second when
It come to gеttin' paper
You complain about the time wе don't spend
But I
So come check the magic show by Deshawn,
And witness the way I put you to death with a magic wand.
Turnin' your home to a casket,
Turn your wife
I can't think of any other way to do it
On a beat by Chan, and you know we bumping to it
Grew up in the hood, education was the grind
Now I'm fly
like minutes on cell phone
Bring the terror to your block
Like the toughest nigga from jail home
An' you dead gone when my squad come around
We hella
for you by the Minute
I come home you Missing
You prolly chitlin wit Niggas
Smell the Cologne, its Million
Kick the door down killing niggas like I'm
cut up no pack really in with the mobsters
Bitch it's free Monster until he come home
Til Delo get justice he in every song
We really was thuggin'
the henny, I just took a sip
Grab a shordy by her fucking hip
I got a bad bitch in my lap right
Now and she wanna come home with me
I got a big Glock and I
[Littles]
I knew this chick by the name of Vevorine
Who introduced me to the streets and put me on to the game
We did in the rain, on the hood
nigga cant come around
Here
Ina all white benz finna bleed out the
Guts
Clean ass whip put the stick in the trunk
Ay lame ass nigga don't test me
Got
my face alone
There won't be another me even if they make a clone
Yea what's shaking homes
Better watch what you say or the reaper gone come and take
And he actin' grown, doggy you ain't back at home
The smack, it's on, wrapped in chrome
You better get a chaperone
Hook:
If you know like I know, you
news about who got popped
By another black man or knocking a white cop
If I ain't there when they start the fight stop like ah
Slow your roller or be
by the sidewalk
And got the nerve to get mad if I don't talk
Steady schemin on how they want to stick it from the back
A young muthafucka sellin crack
stay faded and stoned
Cause when I leave the house I never know if I'm comin home
Bullets got no name it's the dirty game
Wannabe thugs drive by for some
off at school in a Benz
That's the life I wanna live
Looking back on everything that I did
Thinking about which house I wanna get
One by the lake, one
and then I wrecked and then I copped another one
Smoked forty-one, this your last batch and I got more to come
Gettin' them bales up by the metric ton, hit
whip
Student loans you ain't gotta pay that shit, I'm taking care of it
She go to school far away from home
Can only reach her by phone
A fresh start
Frank baddies in the Benz Wagon
You know she want a ride home, hop on the band wagon
I got the chain saggy, you know that life lavish
Lifestyles like
to wear by
well-informed opinions
constantly
All my friends are
professionals from polite
society
So come and sing the middle class Liberal
I've got a home
Just copped a new Benz oh yeah, The package was sent oh yeah
You niggas gone hate you turned your back on me
Turned your back on me, You turned your
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