Lyrics:
gave you
Even Meek Mill's gettin' jerked by his record label
T.I. tryin' to become a comedian
Whoever told him he was funny was fuckin' misleadin' him
bread
I'm needing a loaf
I'm gettin some head
I'm lovin her throat
Gettin this money
Fuckin these hoes
Breaking them off
Stunting at shows
I be wiling I
need you by my side
There must be somethin' in the water
'Cause every day, it's gettin' colder
And if only I could hold you
You'd keep my head from
hopping, feeling right
Booties shaking, all around
Pump that jam, while I'm gettin' down
Check the mirror, looking fly
Round up the posse, jump in my
M's but want some more, I sell dope, got bricks galore
On the road like eights and Vogues, I'm gettin' head from my favorite whore
Bring a stick
stayin' in school, for just doin' my work
Gettin' chased by the Task now I feel like a jerk
So I'm on the run and I better run fast
'Cause if I don't
out, gave him his half
Hooked up with a friend oh we started boomin
Then we go to some O's then I went solo
Stackin my pay gettin it on
Got myself
and dinner
Now that's a full course meal of a young black sinner
We be on all dis liquor hope I don't kill off my liver
My egos gettin much bigger right as I
I put you on your back
And if your head touch that ground, just know that bitch is gettin' cracked
I'll stomp up on your shit like I'm jumpin'
Damn back again up on track again
? 'round the bend
Some of y'all black again it got dark
On your mark get set out of sight out of mind
goin down
Gettin round
I'm the spook that sat by the sound
F***ing with Sadamn will bring a new Saigon
Ain't nothing changed PE we be the same crew
slipped
The Mac is cuttin records and punks are gettin ripped
Gangster I am, bust the lyrics like a drive-by
You wanna sleep? Well, it's lights out,
and some still don't get it
And yeah, I might have said it way back
And got sweated by the same ones admittin' it now
But no credit came to me
If you can
I'm gettin' weak, I need some ayy-ayy
Need someone to pray for my soul right now
Everything's lookin' grey and there's no white clouds (ooh)
I don't
All we really know a kid pimpin', all we do is get fly
VVS shine like the sun outside
Somebody tryna tell you Hustle Gang ain't gettin' to the money
lanes Luv Luv
When I’m on the strip I’m gettin bread as a hobby
When I’m in the building I get head in the lobby
When I’m in the field I move them chains
stuck
Nowhere to duck, pull his file, n****z die
By gettin' blasted, how drastic
They got the nerve to ask me why I do the things I do
I got
I said, I'm always down to ride with my doggy
I keep a hammer by my side when I party
We gettin' lit off Hennessy, no Bacardi
And see my denim's
from the back
while you gettin' fucked by a ruthless jack
critical condition is what you recieved
thinkin' up some back up to go on retrieve
but Eazy
a Asian
Bet he feelin' in his chest for all that bullshit he was sayin
Put some money on your head, might shooter line em like a taper
I'm in that Johnny
he ain't even sleep
Say Boosie chill wit all that swervin' too much dope in here
Nigga slow down you betta think about Big Head and Pimp
Y'all want
it back all white (don't get no blood on the dope)
Burden on my head, dawg I need to get some bread
Chopper and a mask, gotta heater bustin heads
On this beautiful day
We tryin' to take a break
From that gangsta life in the bay
We got that charcoal on standby
And meat by the pounds
I'm talkin' gallons
I come alive in the night, on some Bruce Wayne s***
Livin' my life, gettin' high payments
F***in' with some new broads and they high maintenance
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