Lyrics:
[ "Long Version" includes the following INTRO: ]
Yo Rich
How come y'all go ruthless
turn around and try to be positive?
[ D-Loc ]
Look man, people
Asshole By Nature
[Trae]
They know I'm here to bring it gangsta, when I'm sitting on something glass
I'm original Screwed Up Click, I don't believe in
the extraterrestrial flow (flow)
Four Fifty Six Cee-Lo, pop the top on the forty ounce bottle
I'm not the one to follow, I'm not the role model
Hollow tips in my
my bitch I call her Betty Crocker
That my brother I call him hundred mane
And I put that on my momma
Real nigga in the game, I know how
me
100k on me, real neat
Yes, I like my hoes on a leash
Yeah, I like my lil hoe petite
And I like my bank roll beast, yeah, uh
She wanna go
around them hundreds, you know how much that is (tens)
Too much to give me cash, they had to wire me the back end (send it)
Niggas in here lookin' tough,
got that off the bows
Chef Boyardee, the way I play with The stove 100 million plus street Nigga goals
By the way that I'm ballin', I'm on my Way
creeping
I'm lvl 100 y'all are on the tutorial
Being God's son is such strong euphoria
Held a ceremony in Satan's memorial
All the G4G got together and tea
real world is, only a dream
I love you cat
I love you too
Jour body moved slow and your brain did too
Your mind was wrecked by drugs
I'm glad I don't
a greater man except Jesus
Who can touch me
Bet a hundred thou' you couldn't bust me
The original Likwit rough grammer
Protected by the gat and bandana, who
sexually
Knew a bunch of Radio Raheems, rest in peace
Four finger rings, big as brass knuckles
Haters walk by, try to stab you if they hug you
Lady
it's 6 in the mornin'
Should I stay, ain't got no time to play
Put my ??? by my t-shirt
Then I break, to the door
My partner's three deep in a six-four
hitter
No real nigga
I'm talm 'bout like, a nigga that really got a sack though
I'm talm 'bout like bein' cuffed by the boss and not the runner
on E
Hundreds face up
Keep the stack real neat
4-5-6 never 1-2-3
How you do that? what they always ask me
You'll let ya man go through the same lame shit
the music's too loud
The bass is too hard
So what I'm sposed to do
TURN IT UP
On God
You know the drought is for real
How y'all get so wet
Mann
Just don't
white drippin' ion care where I go
Esta mierda tan real yea fasho
Enamorado de los 100 Im the goat
En el studio if I'm not in the streets (nah for real
Ha ha ha ha ha
Check out the bizarre style that I display God
Ha ha ha ha ha
Kinda like when the biz went
Eh eh eh eh eh
But this is the Canibus
stars, son of god and god hate 'hate'
Commit four felonies like a normal rapper jit
Done it for Melanie, I'm the Mad Hatter, bitch
I'm sippin on some
the extraterrestrial flow (flow)
Four Fifty Six Cee-Lo, pop the top on the forty ounce bottle
I'm not the one to follow, I'm not the role model
Hollow tips in my
Only 100
Only 100
Only 100
Walk like a centipede
If you step 50 don't move with me
Speed do not change how I keep my feet
I only walk with
Man-man-man enough is enough
Four centuries ago in my home of Virginia
The first slaves was purchased
By the snow face killas
The original cone heads
And I
just me (real)
4. Solo by myself, when I come up now it’s we (how)
5. Alway held it down, so much pressure but ain’t crease (built)
6. Banking on my
A hundred, I'ma stand on all ten toes
If you searching for that person who can change your life, yeah
Start by looking in the mirror
Believing in
block by the store
Hundred round drum on the Glock, let it go
(Let it go)
I'm right at granny's, I whip on the stove
(Stove)
I put my heart and my soul in
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