Lyrics:
I'm wondering if all these girls
Dress so nice
Why don't they want to talk to me
Honestly, I want surprise like Gillespie
Surrounded by so many folks
Topboy not Hailey way too pacey
Won't ever get bagged cause these racist pigs won't ever try race me
No rubber, don't try erase me
Straight flush, don't
don't feel, I can't feel it no more
Seems to me nowadays things have changed
I don't know if I feel the same
Yo, in the land of the unseen hand and hold
don't do shit
Gotta get back in the stu, gotta make it
Watch me when I make it, break the matrix
Watch me get a motherfucking house by the forest with all
service
I don't deserve this
Curse his Heavenly betrayal
Sell my soul hold my fate
And onmi hands scatter my purity like the
Sands of Twelve Tribes
While I
helped me to maintain
To put up my fucking nigga
Who lost his T-Jones
I know it's only right for me
To go and do the same i gotcha'
I ain't finna' let
on my window
So you see a n**** shining in the Benzo
Balling! Got me feelin' like Jim Jones, I'm a pimp though
No limp though, couldn't copy my style
on my window
So you see a nigga shining in the Benzo
Balling! Got me feelin' like Jim Jones, I'm a pimp though
No limp though, couldn't copy my style
I beat yo' ass twice and you still here
Seven years old, think you run this house by yourself?
Nigga, you gon' fear me if you don't fear no one else
I beat yo' ass twice and you still here
Seven years old, think you run this house by yourself?
Nigga, you gon' fear me if you don't fear no one else
Hey
It feels like I've been fighting so many curses
For some reason, God won't let me know the purpose
Was it something I've done
My son, I promise
all on deck fool so put your heat up
I stay on deck so me don't get wet
(ice cube)
Look my nigga, we can scatter like buckshots
Let's get
up C'ed up motherfucker blaze the weed up
We all on deck fool so put your heat up
I stay on deck so me don't get wet
Look my nigga, we can scatter
Boom by ya badi-da gwan ye
Boom by ya badi-da gwan ye
Disrespect get out of place
Or we gon put you in your place
Disrespect get out of place
Or we
don't stop, I move this work clockwise
I got my own bizness, I call this shit tha Franchise!
I got them bricks for the high and the purp by the pound
at Mr. Jackson, nigga with no reaction
If you scared, go to church, we gon' hit you where it hurts
That don't work, we'll put you in the dirt
Cause
go down
[Jim Jones]
Straight out the projects be, I'm telling ya'll it was so hard for me (so hard)
Coming up hard in these Harlem streets, where
like Howard
I was getting paid by the hour, Now I'm getting paid to sell flowers
I used to flip that Reggie, I leveled up to that Sour
And now they keep
So you see a nigga shining in the Benzo
Ballin'!
Got me feelin' like Jim Jones
I'm a pimp though, no limp though
Couldn't copy my style in Kinkos
Put
ceiling gone
I just gotta put my niggas on
Ima gotta put these bitches on
Going way up in the ceiling fan
Hate on Zoo but he don't give a dam
Hating on me I
I would die
Cryin' over my babies
These female dogs are just too evil
Lyin' to my seeds about me
Probably sayin' that I don't need em
But every
shut the fuck up (bitch)
I'm a young black king that knows his worth
I don't do hookups (haha)
Me and bro in the kitchen, Pyrex whippin', cook up
He
these hoes for you
That's because I vibe with ya baby
Ooh yeah
Smoke and getting high wit' ya baby
Ooh yeah
Hold me down like you said you would
dance
Uh, two steppin' with my weapon on me
You good? I'm just checking, homie
Uh, fam-a-lam, you don't stand a chance
While I got this gun in my
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