Lyrics:
at Princeton and
She got the body of a goddess and princesses
She asked for money so I gave her a Dollar and 50 cents
Ain't no competition y'all been spitting
vegan
I was small town punk rock with the cheaper seats then
I gave up smoking weed then
My friends wrote me off
That's when I cut my teeth inside
too close
I'm tryna chase me a dream
And turn em to blue notes
Fuck being humble I'm in it to win it
Saved by the trap this a different religion
Come
they wanna be me
Gave, y'all, a taste of this life, you got greedy
Parental control, this ain't for your TV
Don't talk on the net and get mute when you
they teeth
It's time to meet your maker step into the new millennium
I analyze data like intel Pentium
So follow me, I blame sovereignty for God we
life but still I feel like I got something to prove
Gotta keep that 40 by my side it keep me comfortable
Fo I see a surgeon I'll rather go see them
"baby can you give it to me"
Nah, I'ma give it to you
The same way that we gave it to proof
The same way that we gave it to loose
Put that bang, bang,
times but I no get plug
You gave me 50cent, you want to see me in the club
One day wen I die, I’ll be popping champagne in my coffin
You know why, ‘cos I
count me out
When you ain't never count me in
And I'm Tha god of this that ain't bright
You niggas love my style in my 50 cent voice
And that's why y'all
hurts
First of all God bless the family
And the many
Talents that you gave me
System got me boxed in locked in
Lord let me loose like Leviathan
I ain’t
me from the fiery furnace; express my thanks in a sheet!
Number two,God gave you free will; what do you choose?
For me I'm tryna stay rooted in this
Johnny Ryall is the bum on my stoop
I gave him fifty cents to buy some soup
He knows the time with the fresh Gucci watch
He's even more over than
it back
Is it okay for me to say? I don't know, so I watch and stand
In front of a line of police that look the same as me
Only separated by
that I catch and I throw back
And by the way, give 50 Cent his flow back
You that cat in the club that get hit with a bottle
Fuckin' with me? You better
at the Weiner Schnitzel, got socked in the jaw
By some sixties, I bombed back, the nigga pulled
Out a strap, said it's 6-0, I ducked, then he missed me
Now I'm
the Mulsanne
Pissin' D'Ussé for a week straight
Saint Laurent over the Glock
Kick in your door
All you seen was red bottom on the moccasins
Thank God he gave us
a bargain, bitch
I'ma take your grandpa's style, I'ma take your grandpa's style
No for real ask your grandpa can I have his hand-me-downs?
(Thank you)
New York City!
You are now rapping, with 50 Cent
You gotta love it,
I just wanna chill and twist a lot
Catch suns in my 7-45
You drive me crazy
50 cent and he confirmed again
You can't save em all they just can't understand
I been on the chase I'm wishing she was dead
Like a wolf I'm wearing
So I walked into a store with
A couple BUCKs from the BANK
Saw a pack of M&Ms asked
How much? 50 CENTs? Thanks
Grabbed a box of Ike & MIKEs
JONES
grimey
Sorta like Muhammad Ali put my faith in fighting
If if I die trying let me leave my kids 50 cent
You a pussy why cause he in ya clique and you
and all My ugly side
He saw it all, still gave his life
Saw me as a prize I saw myself worthless
Pack of luggage going on guilt trips
Bad brother bad
from manny huh
Gally on the kitamine (Yeah)
They not innocent
Many man like 50 cent
On the pills and medicine
My drink taste magnificent
Pour it up
can you believe it
That's because they suck
Post Malone is not a fan of The Ventures
Neither am I said 50 Cent through his dentures
Guess who thinks
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