Lyrics:
ain't in the picture)
Mix the cold and the game and come get you (come get you)
Look, still on my mission
I'm still with them niggas they talk about
the world
When I call your phone why you don't answer
Don't really like your father but still call him by sir
This girl is poison she'll snake you like
don't love you
Six shooter tucked down by the abdomen
Tell tha thing get the click like an African
Better get 'em to the point like a javelin
Tryna keep
from his moms
Back in the seventies, she was the bomb
His games top notch, and he don't stop
He hit a reverends daughter in a church parkin' lot
as a result of time
Same question, but this time for Thebe
Same shit i don't draw a line between them
Let's talk about Doris there's a lot
Of pretty overt
homie don't play that shit
I get paid a lot, you get paid a bit
And my latest shit is like a greatest hits
God damn, ain't no wishing over on this side
and they're gone so fast
And they're gone so fast
So hold on the ones who really care
In the end they'll be the only ones there
When you get old and start
the games
You don't love me, you just love what I became
All these leeches tryna get attached
I got all these demons on attack
Every day I'm haunted by
The president told us to leave
Cause the government don't want us
It's Napolean
I get my pleasure out of sin and seeing
Plus billin shit
Cause I seen it
a left swipe across yo face like we on tinder
See, Murdock starts a moth a fuckin inferno
I've walked through flames to get here by now it don't even burn
a lot of shit on bucket that I want to buy
Before I kick the bucket, so lord help me thrive
Oh you got yes men? Well I got hit men
It's like I'm old
Grime
Choppa on the mix
Ugh
Who really fuck with me
Let me tell ya ugh
A lot of bitches in the game that be acting down
Aint got ya interests in mind,
that I had at the time was singing. And I thought, well, if I could get a record deal and become a singer, then I can make lots of money and become
for real, my niggas
Gotta get cake like I'm told to
Throw the six of the eights in the old school
Man, they big, power up like Goku But don't wave
for that bull's eye
Humming till my soul dies
Fun to get this smoke right
Stomachs getting full, tight
Hunger for that old hype
Foes that hope I won't
Stop it, stop it hey radio, fuck you! Radio
Fuck you! Y’all don’t want to lose again a
Lot of people here tonight felt like
They lost you know why?
K-Dot, pick up the phone, nigga
Every time I call, it's going to voicemail
Don't tell me they got you on some weirdo rap shit, nigga?
No socks
come by this way
Put some shrooms on a PBJ, dig in my mind state
Learned a lot, had to sacrifice just to get what I got
Ain't a lot that know about
Pen game and my wrist game on ice
Mix peach drank with that white
This that 10k with no price
You don't wanna fight with us
Keep playing now who wanna?
to myself
I don't just wanna be, another book on the shelf
A lot of y'all fakers, faking the game
I'm one of the real niggaz, that's bringing the pain
don’t be grinding hard look
They talking that shit but that’s it
Step by step brick by brick
Built up a whole Colosseum
Architect with the vision (See it)
Whodini disappeared and Doug E. Fresh went stale
And I think Sir Mix-A-Lot got into some bad ale
The Fat Boys broke up and then one of 'em died
And when I
wearing a wire
Play with paper You'll expire
Don't go by Sir bitch call me Sire
Javon the the CEO I'm the Empire
GVM Billionaire taking us higher
Now we're
the lot the 20 inches
Came wit it
Yea I kept the rims stock
But had to get the thang tented
Fuck wit me tho
Niggas be duckin the onetime
I give you
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