Lyrics:
(first)
Verse 3:
First milli on my mind I gotta make it out
Second milli on my mind I plot and stake it out
Third milli on my mind they wanna take me out
And you might get shot (get shot)
Get ya gun get ya gun did you kill them all
You could (fall to your death death) be the first to feel the heat
To see
second guessed, but guess what this is
That’s right– you getting cut
Let me tell ya a story about that one guy that came by
He was a guy from around
mind spinning
Got ya girl up in my whip she wanna take a ride in it
Couple hours go by she asking, "What time is it?"
Uh, she said I'm nerdy but
Fuck the police mane fuck the police (Yeah)
Fuck the police, mother fuck the police (Fuck 'em)
First time I got jacked up by 12
I was 12 years old
a seven eighth's
But let us celebrate bout how you rhymin, you been sellin weight
Just know that dirty money don't get rinsed on that turn cycle
And FDA gon
And mutterings, and thunders
And before it burned seven lamps
Which are the seven spirits of God
Facing it was a whole sea of glass, like crystal
And in
addresses, and we don't leave messes
You'll only know that it's gone when you check it
Then your first thought is to start second guessin'
She say, "What's
to make a sound
They told me when and where im supposed to arrive
Never gave a second thought to whether or not I would oblige
I imaged the look on their
twenty five
My first million by twenty five at the very least
so thatll be in seven years
So Ill be a multimillionaire in ten years
Confused by this world
to get it wit it
Put my spoon up in ya pitcher see if it fit up in it
And smoke for a second, and told her I'll wreck it
Told her groupie connection,
((If I was White))
......maybe you would you love me more If i was white/
Listen
V1
Let me, tell you a Story bouta boy named Russ/
Black Boy, 7
sellin' out arenas (I'm sellin' out), they say he entertain us (entertain)
Then if you try to tame us, I bet we leave you stained up (ayy)
Whole lotta
sports or anything really i
Felt neglected by my family
Growing up as well i've had
Many ideas that always felt
Superior compared to others, I
Knew that my
on my mind)
You know that
24/7 Girl You all on my brain (You been on my mind)
I’m countin one two three
Seconds til lil mama leave with me
Off to Louis V
there's a Heaven, you would think they'd let ya speak to your son
Maybe she has in the form of a baby's laugh
I heard passin' by in a stroller remindin'
there's a Heaven you would think they'd let ya speak to your son
Maybe she has in the form of a baby's laugh
I heard passing by in a stroller, remindin'
you compromise ya art
You make a million dollars, make a million mo'
First class broads treat ya like a nigga po
You want to say "Wait!" but
to be
Is left up to me, and my momma and 'em told me
No, no, no (ahh)
I'm so tired, it's been so long, struggling, hopelessly
Seven and forty
you can dig man
We ain't seen nothin'
Your girl wanna be with us
I heard she said she want a mud digger
We keep the mud by the pound
Our tires stay
a 7
When it comes to making hits its only taking seconds
The day I do a second take I'm gonna take a second
Know i fucked that bitch first why you
to go somewhere and open up yo eyes
First second third
Head on ya swerve
Pull up game proper
With yo tires on the curb
Had to get delivered like a post
by the second I came in first but a nigga was second working hard sometimes I'm steady sweating I'm tryna get to the bag so I'm stepping I'm balling
my heart didn't do ya part misunderstood
Then in the end, dumb arguments
Man-explaining shit not a bit of good
I told ya once I told ya thrice
No more
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