Lyrics:
doing what I gotta be doing
'Cause I do it best
To get these things off my chest, I spit fluid
I don't wanna ruin my life by not doing what I gotta be
should quit.
[Chorus: x2]
Ya I get high.
You might see me stroll by
in the Bob Marley tie die with the red eye.
I'm sick now.
I think I'm
west side
It hides in the suitcase two days later
It lands in USA i get it from my girlfriend
And give it to my dad
I catch it on the subway
And leave it
switching teams
Look we just chasing dreams forget the fakeness in between
Me myself and I we on the mission just to get this green
Its ride or die with my
You know, situation like this
Sometimes you know you gotta give back to the community
Gotta show these motherfuckers how to wipe them thangs off
that Eastside B
Forest Gate is the ends and it’s inside me
Street by street
Let the bars invigorate your flow
When I spit it from the road
They’re
they can't see the big picture
I got moves to make
Can't snooze cant wait
Gotta fill up the safe
Gotta make sure the kids are straight
Takin' it day by
coated
Looking so clean girl I want you
VIP suite with a bomb view
Rolling up sticky I call it glue
I'm up in the air like I'm Tom Cruise
FIRST
It's been a long damn time
Since a nigga been hustlin’
So I gotta get that paper like its nothin’
It's been a long damn time
Since a nigga came from
you work out, gotta get it right back
I trap by day boy, rap by night,
C-Bone in this Bitch College Park trump tight
[Hook]
[T-Mo Goodie]
I'm pimp
Nicki Minaj
I got a fresh line up and a nigga tied up
(Ayy) 'Bout to have this nigga face on smash
'Cause I gotta little bad bitch
On stash in
the perfect girlfriends
That can leave by tomorrow
No Let's not wait
No Let's not wait
No Let's not wait
No Let's not wait
To read you i just touch
But I'm
you doing?
I seen your girlfriend
And she is brewing
And youre shit
So let me help you
Heres some advice
On what to do
Grab her by the hand
Cuddle
when I get off stage
Rap pack, Sammy Davis, Rap Pages, Betty Davis
Slab tray, off the meat rack
Beat fact checkers need to take a fucking break
If
Yeah
Yeah
I tell ‘em
I just keep it calm, baby
I keep winning, Tom Brady
You wish you were on but you deserve the bronze
I can do no wrong when I get
penitentiary steel
Breaking necks while I flex my sex appeal
Home girls in the house, see'mon
Home girls in the house, give it up
You gotta want to get
Drip like this
Drip like this
Gotta have a bag just to drip like this
Gotta have cash just to drip like this
Gotta count a sack just to drip like
My nigga told me keep my eye to da street
I kno dese niggaz is playin for keeps
But fuck em we up nigga I'm gotta eat
Lotta gas comin in by da fleet
favors, Nah! (I do this shit by myself)
I ain't askin' for no favors (By myself, I do this shit by myself)
Ever really had to get it down, first time,
back like Keith smith
It's all good like Miles Pantry
Coach'Em all like Tom
Landry
Throw'Em off like Bob Hayes
Like back in the day when I got paid
Run
Why you all in my grill (Why you all in)
Can you pay my bills (Can you pay my bills)
Let me know if you will (Let me know, know)
Cuz a chick gotta
F.A.D
Man I'm sick of y'all
Only tryna get involved for yourself, thinkin' that it isn't wrong
Sorry, Mac, I keep my eyes to my toes
I gotta do it 'cause
See that's a difference between me and this Tom Sawyer
I do my shit myself you pay people to do it for ya
And you bring in your girlfriend
To say she's
Yea, look, you niggas tryna act like B.o.B and go
And stop that shit
That's $50,000 Alpaca
You gotta block that shit fool
Look at this resume, can't
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