Lyrics:
to be music that did it
But then again times have changed man, who are we kiddin'?
I'm managed by my friends that I grew up with
I'd rather give that
Before I had money, it was time I invested
Nothin' change, still time I invest in
Watch-game delicate, Tutankhamun, there's money in skeletons
All I
Feeling like Calvin when he got that job
Like bad girl Riri when she got that bob
Like the first black girl in the white school
Like the first rap
ain't no time for bein' lazy
Tell that nigga make another payment
If I said it then I mean it but sometimes I don't say shit
They see the look on my
bob just lit up
Grown with the game, drop vise get hit up
Nigga take fade, knock down nigga get up
Broke nigga, broke niggas, I ain't gotta worry bout
listen to the gossip while i'm pickin' thru your pocket
By the time you find you lost it, already made depsoit
Buzzards and ticks and vultures who don't
good for you like a vegatable
Shows by the several
Schedule full of festivals
And if I ever do time
Than you know it's federal
Uh, incredible, yeah
AM to PM, I had to hustle for a gig
Getting close to what I need, probably moving around the streets
White tee, khaki on, popping in blue bandana
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
Southside, what y'all niggas know about the dirty south?
One time
Lord forgive me, for I've sinned
Over and over again,
I get the shittier…
Little dudes who think they wittier…
You are…
The most delusional by far
He tryna spit game as a passenger
That shit's so bizzare
Owner
Drew Hubbel
Modified
11:10 PM by Drew Hubbel
Opened
9:04 AM by me
Created
11:10 PM
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FEEL ALRIGHT
(DMAD)
My
who's back
PM's here to make your favourite rapper look whack
Who dey pree me just wanna be startin summin'
Moonwalking the game like I'm Michael Jackson
this way and let your mind be free
And by the way, welcome to the party
Hey Grand master Bob that
Old school shit's fresh
But uh let's rock some of that
the game with death bill lost his breath, in the days of 49
In the days of old, in the days of gold
In the day of times I repine
In the days of old, in
you
By seven I was lying
At six pm I’m hurting again
And five it was the worse for you
At three it’s you plus me
I’m the one
Please don’t play these
up (yeah)
Boot it up, strapped up, toot it up (woo)
It's game time, put me in, I'm suited up
Bitch, I'm good enough (yeah), I don't need the luck,
I just bought a new watch
And it don't tick tock
You can that I'm rich by the way I smell (Off that bon' bon')
Coccy coot bought this bitch new
a hatful blind
In the game with death Bill lost his breath, in the days of '49
In the days of old, in the days of gold
How oft' times I repine for
old back room
He'd bob his head and say, "Damn, oh, that's you?"
But by The Black Album, I was blackin' out
Party at S.O.B.'s and we had packed
old back room
He'd bob his head and say, "Damn, oh, that's you?"
But by The Black Album, I was blackin' out
Party at S.O.B.'s and we had packed
I've got a real ambition for the task
Been assigned by Jesus Christ to carry out Redeemer's plans
Stepped up in the game and brought the Spirit with
Heh-ha-heh-ha-ha-ha Did ya miss me? I sure missed you!
I told ya we're gonna be friends to the end and now it's time to play
I got a new game sport it's called hide
it, you hear me outside
My boy D a trapper, no cap that heat stay right by his side
Invested in myself, this not a hobby, don't go waste my time
get ur hair from ma hair shop i'm talking bone straight long down to the knee cap
I Been the shit, flow cold, no cap
Back to fuck d game up yeah I
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