Lyrics:
Visualizing my future, never thought about a heater, black suit and turtleneck sweater
I never took a breather, my dreams too big for failure
All we
Big up my mother
Still living in the city
Can't send no letter
Still praying for a better day
Gods blessed me in every way
Do road then I levitate
I get all this wealth
I'ma enjoy the finer things by myself
I'ma flex on every bitch that left
I'ma big boy cant complain bout the stress
I strategize
Every little spot they know me
Loyal females who can't just give me the twat
They show me like I'm a big stock broker on Wall Street
I said, "Nahh, I'm
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin' (yeah, not the mid is low now, turn the mics up some more)
Our music keeps you movin' what are
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin' (yeah, not the mid is low now, turn the mics up some more)
Our music keeps you movin' what are
hasta la vista
Chest full of reefer
Rep for my set 'till the day I meet the Reaper
Petersburg veteran
USA resident
In USA Today it ain't a city I
been a modern day rider then
He walking outside again, he see the lifestyle of an active member
Pull out a mac 11, now his eyes is big
Fascinated by
have no hands or toes by the basketful
But when he do he finna’ eat it by the loads
I’ma eat ‘til I explode, let my stomach be as big as Rick Ross, oh
sing
Maybe I'll go to L.A.
Party every night and get high all day
Maybe I'll go to New Orleans
And play big band jazz down on Bourbon Street
Maybe I'll
on a street up in every city
And look everywhere I be I got a mirror wit me
Look I'm feared by many loved by broads
I'm livin' marvelous I'ma superstar
don't gotta talk
Every single time I come you niggas know I gotta do it
Yes I gotta do it and I gotta kill 'em and I gotta hit 'em
Yes you know a nigga
Fernando valley
Where there’s eses and mostly Bloods
Big family so I had
Covers from different hoods
That taught me the landscape of the
City and I was good
contemplating plans
For the next diamond heist
Art thieves and jewel connoisseurs
I study every part of they mind and
Make my rhyme better than yours
Elevated by
It down to the pavement
Every damn dime that I made I
Made a nigga save it cus I knew a nigga in
The city with that case?
Making big stacks but I keep
One goes through this rhyme that you
He made up his mind
That every little thing he does
Be designed to entertain you (yeah)
Ooh (yeah), his
I gotta do to make a play
Every day I would just pray, ain’t nothing really from it
The mind of a genius corrupted by demons eventually I would
When I pull up genocide
And you are by my side
Runnin my city ya, this my side
Every time you freak out this ain't my fault
Baby let's get rich
do it 10 times
Yeah you know
10 toes in ocean while you kiddies posing by your little puddle soon it drying up
Big mood big mood all you cows getting
Rouge laying laws (believe that)
When we was in Bridge City you remember I was Brown Hall big dog
Learn how to side step on the walk, send a nigga now
I got to Kansas City on a Firday
By Saturday I learned a thing or two
Cuz up to then I didn't have an idy
Of whut the modern world was comin' to!
I
Fairground rides and inner city lights and I'm already homesick
Passers-by, a numbness in their eyes, slowly losing touch with magic
This same
Watchin' the world go by in a rush
From the window of a bus
Thinkin' about my baby in Muscle Shoals
I'm gonna be up rockin' all
Night in New York City
Then
and hoes in the 'llac
Ah Suki, Suki
All day and day, any day, every damn day
I be thinking about the good ol' days when I was a whippersnapper
Used to try
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