Lyrics:
you
I ain't got no dollars for you
Money is time I ain't got no hours for you
So you could get the fuck out my face nigga
Stay in your place nigga
You
When it gets tough
Sometimes thats just how it is
Do what we want
Lifes too short to have regrets
Can't get enough
Days fly by these seconds tick
lowest ina mud, I'm tryn make it out
Summer time cook outs, ona block look outs
Cops come you better get gone, or you get booked out
They keep talking
leave you can leave
I'm not holding you back
Yea
But I still got your back
Do you I do me
That's how it gotta be for now
But you come by to the house
Knock 'em out, sell 'em, move on, it's a fast buck and the race is on to get in, get out, get what you want, get out it's the short term, the long term
the building, burn a branch and get filled in
Like Pilgrims G-in' Pepridge farms from out a million
Who wanna rhyme, who wanna challenge the swordsman?
That
puffin' on lye
Tameka came by, glossy-eyed as she cried
Lil' Jay got sprayed with a chrome four-five
That's my motherfuckin' man, get in the Land
Head
homeboy say what he gotta say
Get his little shout outs out the way
Goin', goin', gone
Now look, I'm in that 550 feelin' like Chuck Liddell
Aside from
the truth on the mic
Twenty three on me like mike
Balling like pippen we pippin these bitches tonight
Drive by make sure u take out the lights
Three five
understand English but she want me (Inglés)
Cross the country (where?)
Cross the country
I had to get a Visa 'cause I'm in and out the country (woo)
Offset
a drink, or buy me three
You'll get lucky, but don't you blink, I might get stolen by these other hoes
Murder on the dancefloor and we reach new lows cause
a change, gotta make a play,
no way jose
Get up out my way, I'm eating snakes today,
spit it out cause it tasted a fake
Fly by, shift fast, burning gas,
five seconds 'fore I punch out your lights
but then the cop pulled out his gun I said ha ha psyche
I had a call so I called my boss
I figured I might
Or prestige
Gotta find what's really me
I be going forward
Where the waters warmer
In the sun summer livin' having fun
Starve distractions feed your focus
I got me a
List clocked out, of my shift
I'm taking a risk life comes
With a twist, the future you
Cannot predict I'm talking my shit
We gotta get
Mr. Get Out On Feet (21)
He try to run through the cut
Boy, where you going?
Get hawked down the street (21)
Glock with a switch hit a nigga with
chest
My daughter needs her hair done I gotta get some barrettes
Put the grip on the sket, and graze the skin off his neck
I keep a 40 like queens but I
enemies will creep where you sleep
Hahahahaha check out this bizarre, rap style used by me the s-p-a-c-e
Im busting balls n bricks and keys man
Money we'll
nineteen fifty five in the US Nation,
And now I gotta find out what the fuck I'm facing,
Without destroying history in the making,
Gotta find some time
a shitty job, 5 days and 50 bob
And after debt collectors I got just enough to get written off
My crew the dirtiest Funkoars you heard of us
Second album
shit but weed and the game (Uh)
Couldn't even pay my front (Uh)
Hmm (Uh)
Now a nigga do what I want
Now a nigga put 2.5 in the blunt (2.5)
Just made
how to be free
Just open your mind and relax with the Peas
Let us call our mellow crew, help you out to peep the ease
Like a thirty-five mile cruise,
Four flat's eighty five in the fast lane
Wife the money bout to give the bitch my last name
Give me vibe's like that summer back in nine six
I'm talking
Some things you get for free
Like floating along on the summer breeze
And getting knocked down by the gravy train
And burned right out in the pouring
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