Lyrics:
know, you know the best things are free)
Now that we've got each other (baby)
The best things in life are free
Don't ya know, don't ya know
The very
know, you know the best things are free)
Now that we've got each other (baby)
The best things in life are free
Don't ya know, don't ya know
The very
the best shit, that Hess Sour Diesel, sess shit (uh)
See ya'll don't know
That we bout to blow
So, yo here we go
Cuz we bout that dough
See ya'll don't know
What do I know
A whole lot of nothin
Heard a lot about this and that
And still a fuck nigga can't tell me nothin
I do my own shit
Don't need a double
corners, ask like homie, "What the lick read?"
Muggin' hard, he say, "Nothin'," lookin' mischievous
Show it to 'em but don't let his smile mislead ya
Okay
a degree?
Looked at him and smiled with 32 gold teeth
And said what you make in a year, I make it in a week
Elementary at the time, I don't think of gettin
contracts, They don't know bout
Shh keep quiet I got, Niggas on stand by
I'm the real shooter , ya you need to worry about
Nigga took something from me , u
pictures (yeah)
And you ain't even get shot yet, you scared bitches
You don't know nothin' 'bout what pain is, sucka
I'll put your ass underground like
she rather have nine
You know how the game go she be mine, 'bout half time, I'm the shit, ooh
Nigga, that's that nerve
You all about her, and she all
I know what you're thinkin'
What's your degree in?
Why ain't you used that thing yet?
Not sure I can tell ya,
Just tryin' to help myself
To what
and the Benz and the cribs
Then the hos, then the clothes, I'm a have to let 'em go
You know how the dog roll, don't get it twisted
Cause he bang out the east
Don't text me back cuz you lonely
I seen ya Callin'
Bout you only call on the weekends
Only text back when ya creepin'
I ain't a fool
Cant play by your
I'm just saying bruh ain't nothin' they can do wit me
Talk your shit primo (Joell Ortiz)
Uh, I hear you runnin' ya mouth
Talkin' bout how you the best
us?
I really try, so I don't wanna lose
Know I really care for ya
Times really changed and nothin's the same
But oh I will remain for ya
So easy
Dreams it seems
Really hard for me
Trynna get the green
Give a duck bout a degree
Drivin in the whip
Ain't no phony's just wit the clique
If you
ya give an inch imma take it for a mile
Where I belong right here don’t ya forget
come out strong with every rhyme I write with no regret
So I’m
Jack
Lover boy a lil hood but you like that
Cop u a chain w my name J D G
Damn you fire baby 500 degrees
And you smart on ya way to a degree
New
and we don't really know why
Remember days when we used to get so high
And now you're locked inside penitentiary
But stay solid i just wrote ya last week
they city
Shorty, I ain't on no sports team, but ya nigga ballin'
Don't pick up my line less I see its money callin'
Jordan shorts by the pair and my
the X in the Clan that puts the brother on land
It's like that y'all, ya don't stop
Because the sight of the Watch is sure to shock
From the beginning
the conversation
Look, look
I don't give a fuck 'bout ya raps, I don't give a fuck 'bout ya lines
I don't give a fuck 'bout ya limelight, I'm just tryna get my time
connection (Man)
What you know about that?
(You can't ask fo' no mo')
What you know? What you know?
(I'ma hit ya back)
What you know?
(Chorus) x2
DJ
me you hate me,
Then act like its nothin'
Why are we even dating.
This money is what I'm bout baby girl,
Never forget or doubt this world is Yours.
You
bruddanem
You don't know patna nem stugglin'
That shit ain't nothin' 'bout nothin'
And if my brother say, "Let's slide"
Well then my sister sliding too
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