Lyrics:
peace (rest in peace)
Glad I made it out the bricks, I thought I'd never leave (oh, yeah)
Never knew that gettin' richer would make me enemies (whoa,
salvation
The amazing thing about our Father is
His work is never done
He continues to love us and give us chance
By chance by simply believing
And it's that
(wow)
Dropped out, knew I was gon' be a star (yeah)
Dropped out, used to go to Harvard off a bar (damn)
Dropped out, now I'm richer than your mom (huh)
Time's of the essence, blinded from my bezel
We took a detour on the jet off of schedule
If rap was olympic I'd have a gold medal
I'm richer than
I'm searchin
For the kings and queens that was birth here
Turned over it to overtime putting work in
I can do bad all by myself is a not a slogan
After
planted in earth crust, my soil is richer
I’m that boy, I’m that nigga
My copper coil conducting, don’t give a fuck when I’m lit up
I feed my folk, my skin
life
or even worse
it could be three O'clock, on a Sunday by church
yo' brains might have to burst
you shouldn't have fucked with me first
since
to further the goals!
They are to wipe out the human race!
Give a shit and fight back
Before it's too late!
What the fuck are you waiting for?
tempt me
In the dark room all prayed out, I ain't never sat in no Bentley
Hustle hard in the alley way by Ms. Cita house I'm getting it
Wrecked my car
to the
Looking at the media they say I got a baby
On the way by Nicki I'm
Thinking the media crazy
Young nigga getting to the money
Dreams Worth More Than Money it
try to run up on Nitty, he gon' run back just like a athlete
It's merch if I don't make it with hoopin', then you know I'm rappin
For my brothers by
in the back like Oakland
And tell a hoe, "Give me room" like Roslin
No excuse for the use of the potion
Nigga, we just out here tryna function
Gold
from way back
Now I got them stacks
Ain't no way imma look back
Hell yeah, I'm making it back
Yo shit dead, got a toe tag
That's so sad, so sad, so sad
slow whoo I got that veteran
Flow im the top dog I just thought
You should know hold it down
Young nigga fuck all these hoes I’m just
Tryna get richer my
it so I give it right back
She leaving so I'm leaving right back
Some things change but some stay the same man
Looking at your face all l see is
he gives me a reason
I just bought a hoe a purse, and got her cheesing
See this .40 through the rips in these jeans
Send a hundred shots in his back
pressure bust pipes but I don't feel none
Just like these whack ass rappers I can't feel one
You said you wanted the real back well here it come
(let's go)
Five hundred in the back, nigga, ain't no body iller (Haha)
Do it for the streets and the slums from which I came (came)
Got the same wounds,
take
Her on a few trips
Back to the lesson at hand stick to my plan
When it comes to seeing man after man
Don't give a damn
Bout his cars or his grands
myself (Boss!)
Filthy rich and you can tell, by how I smell
I be like Fa Fa Ladies be like Sabawel
And then it's Aah aah later back at the hotel
I'm fresh
of fact it never even got the time to sprout
So you could never give me body or come in my house
The Flavor Unit is doing back again this year
How many
Back
I Want It All
A House Here, A House There, Buck Back
I Want It All
Put It In A Plastic Bag And Let's Ball Nigga
Lady Want To Give Us 50 Acre's
can see by my slouch, my loss
But my tears come last
Let me hold 'em back
Maybe if I wasn't a hypocrite, I'm fixing it, but just pay me slack
You gave
We holler yee-haw and then we saddle up
Get your money right then you add it up
We grab the bull by the horns make him back it up
We holler
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