Lyrics:
the real OGs to get with
Some facts, made our made, now you runnin' but don't play
Like every single day, really, though
You know me, I'm the smooth
The things we facin'
Wicked days, can't see no brighter days
It's time to chase it
Cross dreams 'cause the scene is
When you never get by
That's why I gotta
getting money
And we had to eat bread
Every time that we was hungry
Soon like I woke from the dream
I saw the cash gone
Note on the front door
Landlord
Since day 1 girl my love for you will never change
Stand tall by my side and we will never break
FaceTime every night is what keep me awake
Girl you
If you want to be my friend
If you want to understand
Would you take my hand?
Would you do, what you can?
Would you stand by my side every time, when
a disrespectful way
But Columbine happens in the ghetto every day
When the shit goes down why'all ain't got nothing to say
He kicked the old lady's door in,
girlfriend and sister
By mr. thuggish ruggish himself nigga wit big ol' nuts
Represent them st. clair cleveland soldiers don't give a fuck to get buck
To all
Grace covers of magazines, my mother she proud of me
Myself, I, the one who the haters thought wasn't gon' be shit
Big yachts, every day I get seasick, I
Back in the day we played hopscotch
Gambling money surrounded by bitches and honeys I'm pimpin like Travis Scott
This is the Asian lifestyle
Gimmie
You was sweet like some honey bee
It's a lot of you, but it's only one of me
Every time I blow the whistle, they run to me
All my shit pump race lil
stay on
Then brothers like Smooth wouldn't have to hustle
It's an every day struggle, but hip-hop I still love you
We Entaprizin, got the hip-hop
nigga
I bangout with my Glock , 4th of July
Ayy, smoking dead opp back to back
I swear to God, bitch, I stay high
Go put that shit on every day
Lil
ain’t
I done seen gangsters talk tough til dey shot
Errrrbody cold til dey hit wit dat fire
Got Dem guys turn on you for a lil piece of coochie
Beefin
perfect timing we bout to take over within
Movin town to town I got face in every city no I'm not playin
In the Wendy's line shorty say you 22 oh you not
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreamin' (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
kid, I'd be your arch-nemesis
Blowing up the spot every time that I show up
Grow up before you get toe from the flo' up
Old skool like elementary,
Never that
I just know we can heal the world
On the day we get connected
If you expect to survive Go Getters (I Say, I Say)
Whether the Six or the Five Go
used to sit on the piazza and watch these hordes of middle-
aged ladies ariving by every boat. Obviously, all set to have
themselves a ball. So startled
agree one bit with Mr. Marley's medicine; no
But I do have a lot of respect for the man; yeah
You see, Mr. Marley got shot; woah
But two days later
on him
We both know he looking kind of frail lil baby yeah
Fuego
I need you by my side
Baby you girl you know you too fine
Lil baby Fuego
I wanna get you
[Featuring Mac]
[Master P]
Dear Mr. President i live in the hood
Where people live bad
But say its all good
And my homies
Who do you talk to the phone-
Yeah this that cashmere
I'm Mr. Cashmere
Don't need a cashier
I go crazy when the cash near
All my niggas present all my
we grind everyday (grind)
Murder, murder in America everyday
Hold off, smoke up every day, all-day
I'm insecure, paranoid and it's not okay
I still
play around
Cover much grounds
Got game by the pound
Getting paid is her forte
Each and every day true player way
I can't get her outta my mind
I think
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