Lyrics:
Now I'm drinking by myself
At the end of Section Park
Caught you when you walk besides your house
You threw your briefcase all on the couch
I plan
year you know what I'm sayin'
P and bo went half on some dope, half on some dope, half on some dope
P and bo went half on some dope, turn a half ounce
Soldiers ride, b.a.m soldiers die b.a.m
By any means
Soldiers end up where they want to be b.a.m
By any means
There's no lie b.a.m keep it tight
movin' wocky
Folding paper like it's origami
Mix the runts with the new biscotti
50 p's mobbing through the lobby
Got that power, bitch, we Ghost and Tommy
Nine-one
Nine-one-one when they see us in the porches
Supa V baby that ce me
Run my streams I got 3 TVs
Roll my woods baby I got weed
She like my C
R-I-P
I
it out
I'm sumpin' y'all dread like locks
Get bread by the flocks
Bitches love me and I'm duggy from
The head to the socks
Too much to handle, here
P's weren't easy (easy)
I'm with Sheeran now, it's cheeky (mad)
Feds can't believe I'm on TV
They're having flashbacks of CCTV
Tough luck (ooh), he
dice than casinos
Back when Wu-Gambinos were called F.O.i. MC's
All and together now crew B.C.c.
Rec Posse, G.P., D.M.d.
Ol Dirty stalked East New
with your scorn
99 problems got yo dream girl doing porn
99 solid other 1 percent I'm doing harm
99 ways to get my way
All I need is one
99 problems
Antman, Nightmare, B.S.I.P., Tiny M
It's struggle first, blessin' last
Like I've been hittin' licks all my life and I passed
Kept it active for my son he
balling all day you'd think it's a glitch
24 be the team win it by any means Climbing the charts and you not in the mix
Take my shot from the 3 and if i
comin' like I'm 2
Or maybe 3 or 4 or just a muthafuckin' crew
Late night see a drive-by drop Impala
The niggas took cover and the bitches all holla
If
him in his head, chop his body into three
Naa man can let him live, for a small amount p
I see how you gettin' bread, I need somethin' for me
Line it
finished wit the end, I will do it again
'cause I could rock all night, and I would have to depend
On the fake m.c.'s, that want to copy a piece
Of my best
I'll shoot your black ass!
I'm a magnet to money, the paper is where I'm at
They attracted to me, they treat me like Pimp C.
I'm a P-I-M-P yo chick
Don Chi Chi and I turns it out
[JD]
I'm sumpin' y'all dread like locks, get bread by the flocks
Bitches love me and I'm duggy from
from foe
And what do you know
By the time morning comes I can see the light
And then I'm thanking god once again for making everything all right
my wrist, tryna numb the pain
Suicide doors, r.i.p. to Kurt Cobain
Inside of my brain, I think I'm insane
Batman coupe got me feelin' like Bruce Wayne
I'm still climbin'
You know I stay real to the end
Still fifteen deep on two freaks, I go tell a friend
I look around and all I see is these trick
was by him
Whoever said big boys don't cry was lying
Yeah, cuz' i'm the biggest here
Wish that i could shed a tear
Took a trip up to a pier
Just so that
a plug, but they ain't got the power
I'm a retard on the beat, I be working for hours
I play my cards right
My life got real back when Nasty C got his juice
what's in the mix I'm just trying to blend
You can be yourself that trend don't end
2 choices, R.I.P or keep pushing 1:48
We want a little room but we
'cause I gave a s***
I carried guns and butcher knives 'cause I was steadily in the mix, yeah
It was so hard to say goodbye, I'm a man now
I'm
it's Time to get to class
The class of how to act yeah cuz That's the one you need
By the end of this class i hope you Notice things i see
If we're put
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