Lyrics:
'em on like I made these
Don't give a shit bout ya babies
They're just some infants that pay me
That's right
Oh yeah
They're just some numbers on a board
I
Benzs out front Howard
Tell me what you know about it
If the watch don't say it
Then the chain shouts it
If seeing is believing
Then you'll never doubt it
or dead
I move with birds by the flock, instead - D.C
I keep whoopin', keep cookin', 'til the pots is red
Keep pushin', I don't stop at reds, fuck a red
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
It don't feel right, don't feel right, can't feel it no more
Seems to me nowadays things have changed
I don't know if I feel the same
Yo, in
My phone go chirp (brrt)
Drivin' Bentley, vert (skrrt)
Try to put me in the dirt (dirt)
But I broke the curse (ain't no mind)
Cash said, "eighty
to prison
For killing all these people
But not on a beat
All of them are so trash they don’t compare to me
If nobody will do it, then I’ll do it myself
like my existence (Unhuh)
Some say he a gimmick, he do the most
A lifeline for most, I gave life to you hoes
By jus bein' me&embracin' my woes
My highs,
Even though we love each other we can't show emotions
Now she see me turned up now she looking at a fortune
Every time I put out something new I get
think me brainless
It isn't even round
I would say it's shapeless
Like a feather or cloud
But illuminated
Like a gold inlaid crown
These aren't chains,
life that we know of
And it don't go round twice so
Always show love
I put my all when i write into these poems
And through all of the strife remained
the way you love me huh?
It's alive its alive rounds kill the eyes
I had to bring the bitch back like Frankenstein
I push weight but Gucci don't
Wishin' I could go back or put it in reverse
At the mall some lady accused me of stealin' her purse
Sometimes daughter don’t nap long enough making me wanna
Covered up by pillows
Oh no
I'm lookin' for them trizicks
Tryin' to put a group up in they clizick
I'm comin' up quick
I'm takin' no shots bustin'
like i'm Scott Howard trying to please the people
They only love the wolf they don't see me as an equal
Just an outcast living life fast on a strange
forty seven made his neighborhood love me
Bullets like birds you can hear them bitches hummin'
Don't let that bird shit, he got a weak stomach
Niggas
It get's better by change)
I don't give a fuck about no gossip, they whispering who's better
Man I'm at these niggas throats, and that shit goes for
disrespectful
Y'all know I don't care 'bout these niggas
Happy New Year
Tekashi got snatched by the feds, he done
I'm like, "Damn, why they doin' that to 50
genuine, homie, don't walk with me
Get up off of me, I can't accept what you can offer me
It ain't no cost to me, it's your love, put that in a prosthesis
It
What kind of girl do you think we are?
Don't call us groupies
That is going too far
We wouldn't ball you
Just because you're a star
These girls wouldn't
but this ain't one of them
DJ's off the books, go 'head put the gun at them
All groupie M.C.'s, I'm bout to start stunnin' 'em
Don't matter what crew,
memories collected
I don't think I'll handle
It's all a game that we play
Tried to put my hands up
Trying to pray, the saints
That I thought would stand up
rocking gold like leprechaun
And I'm bout my green like a leprechaun
Try 2 take something Purp Jones gon Bury something
Don't make me blank dog (Why)
Momma used to call me Dick Cheney 'cause I never took my chain off
When I got my brain off
Live by my old hood, I drop cocaine off
Named my chain,
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