Lyrics:
never get passed
So I listened to some trees that spoke
Out the cement, a cement rose
And then I seen the demons that tried to keep they soul
But
war
All these choppers in the crib
Look like a gun store
And the rose gold look like
Duck sauce in the Maybach
With a young broad why the fuck
Would I
yourself
So you don't know what that mean, a'ight?
Who suped you up to do the record in the first place?
It lacked taste, you get "The Gas Face"
Rich
Hustle till I die forever I'm rich
Don't get lost in dat sauce
(Don't get lost)
All about clout s***
N****s wanna kno who I am
(Go read,ago read) go
whole styles up, I stuck to my guns
In one drag I'm blowing ‘bout 7 O's
Life's a b****, I had to 69 the h**
Tryna hit a lick in hopes a n**** might be
the stack
I get my change, now go cop, get'cha a drink
And have a hoe butt-naked washed up by the sink
Blowin' stink, and I don't see grass on the field
cock up mek me fuck you dehso
A nuh nutt'n if you snap a video
See di middle mek you whine di muckle
Nah roll wid di gang den you nah get nutt'n
in ya' purse to pay
Sometime it make me so sad like the worst of days
It's in the street makin' cats where the earth decays
Then I seen a little black
Safe tryna hustle 'round here think there's money to be made
You'll get robbed by somebody underage
We don't rock brands like Vans, only J's
We don't
told ya twice
Love take ya life with this shot gun
Another game over night
Ask my wisdom I gets up in them
Quickly make straight niggas
Turn strictly
bring niggas the rough
Fucking with us, that get you motherfuckers touched
Hit in the darkest alleys, where the super sports Rally
Beating up
niggaz the rough
Fuckin' with us, that get you motherfuckers touched
Hit in the darkest alleys, where the super sports Rally
Beatin' up the block,
call away
If you need me, I'm gonna run
Always by your side
Guess you compare me to a gun, MMM
She my one and only
I ain't got no friends
She my only
I'm balln' like I'm posed to money in the bank
Wanna get on my level but they flo'n they know they can't
I'mma flip paint, filp paint, roll daint,
I'm balln' like I'm posed to money in the bank
Wanna get on my level but they flo'n they know they can't
I'mma flip paint, filp paint, roll daint,
They can't believe it. Bone Thugs~N~Harmonyâ?¦
Ha ha ha, goddamn right nigga!
Ruthless Records.
What, What Rest in peace Little Eazy Godfather.
Act like you crazy im crackin ya nut N***a pulled out a knife an I ain’t get a cut
N****s was hatin now im comin up I was sat in the back but I cut
off of my dick?
Words in the way, I'm at lost by 'em
I give you a JFK on the front lawn of MLK in the crossfire (get down, nigga)
I have evolved into
the time
Whole time it's me I killed
And my trigga fingaz itchin
Got that glizzy in the mixin n
Strum the trigga it get wicked
How you hold that gun that
kill, can't fuckin take a fuckin draw
Guns n' roses, might get inside the eye of johnny law
I like money of all sorts, and I considered serving fiends
bougie f*** her once
then leave her hanging, dry clothes
I just built a cemetery, n****s dying to get in
N****s lying, they pretend
Don't cross that line
n if he dies, he dies
I’m a Big Mac and the coke is supersized
U need to ketchup if u wanna get these fries
I’m getting thighs by the bucket.
Nigga u
understand what it means to be black?
I have my man the Notorious B.I.G in the back
I go by the name of the Puff Daddy
But check this shit out
Four, five
stopped if a white was in it
Attention to everyone sweeping shit under rugs
That turn the cheek to police when they hold guns over us
That probably jam
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