Lyrics:
barely grown
By 25 I'll take the crown
And sit up on the throne
Couple grammys take em home
Put Unable out and they all went crazy for it
Now I'm gaining
A quick story from rags to riches
comin to you from Supernova (AKA Left Eye)
give it to em, give it to em, give it to em (ha ha)
I'm goin, i'm goin
the door
Niggas got a problem ima hit em wit da pole
Take a soul
I really think these niggas is some hoes
Im getting to the bag bc im selling out tha
scrotum
Got 'em spread out on the bed
Like it's laundry I ain't foldin
Wait a minute
Why they thought that I was playin'
I'm a whole different breed
You can
gone tackle em
That nigga ain’t who he tryna be he a character
I leave a opp nigga ceased we gone parish em
I’m by myself you won’t catch me no where wit
(Bang)
No toy with the Travis Meal?
Did Kylie take all the plastic? (What)
Kevin can tell that your fans are bad
Covered by pricks like a Cactus, Jacques
a ticket
Tell 'em run the chicken, yeah
We money motivated, fuck these bitches
We pull up at back to back to back in all these younger Benzes
I never
snitching on me (I got em)
Told my mom im evil
Bitches acting phony (Bitches acting phony)
No dont show no love
Because im by my lonely (because im by my
put it up
(Don’t put it up)
Two miles per hour, we crawl by
Let 'em look at us (Let ’em look at us)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Two miles per hour, we crawl by
Let
(tell 'em)
I'm sick of y'all fake Timbaland beat bitin', you know what I'm sayin'
I'ma bring it to y'all like this
By all means necessary
You might
Where you from hey,
Where you from
Tell em where you from ay
Where you from
Tell em where you from ay
Where you from
Where you from hey,
Where you from
or Sho Baraka, Aka
PRo and KB
(Rock with you're boy Elijah Smooth
Let's go)
It's evident you run the show
So let me back down (Yes)
As long as when you
or Sho Baraka, Aka
PRo and KB
(Rock with you're boy Elijah Smooth
Let's go)
It's evident you run the show
So let me back down (Yes)
As long as when you
wear a tacky suit to the Grammys
And tote one back to the city
And show 'em that we all are something
Even though we came from nothing
I gotta go now
to call
Are they my dog or my homie
Even had to tell myself
I do my dirt all by my lonely
I keep it real
And I can't never be a foney
Told me time is
Give a damn
I don't give a damn
Bro was blinded by the shit
Bro was blinded by the bricks, I'm in his ear like before that paper hit the mindset
Only see her after dark, man this shit like Nick at Nite
Had to cut some niggas off, I swear they wasn't moving right by me
I was right about em
Rest in
dollar bill, bill bill
We gon' flip this bitch and get some mo' dough (we gon' flip this bitch!)
And won't you tell 'em what we do with the pape's (won't
When you hear that, that's the sound of the police
Whoop, whoop, uh, don't get handcuffed by the beast
When you hear that, that means the cops is
fire, tell the truth, you like it, aye
Back in the day he was outta control
Need another standoff but his music ate y'all
That's when me and fat Steve
down
Ima bout to make wave better clear the lane when I come around
I line em up
Then Shut em down
Line Em Up
Tell me who next up
Who want smoke
I
tell her, "Park it"
I don't fuck wit pigs like As-salamu alaykum
I put 'em in a field, I let Oscar Myer bake 'em
Now if you see a itty bitty piggy in
tell her, "Park it"
I don't fuck wit pigs like As-salamu alaykum
I put 'em in a field, I let Oscar Myer bake 'em
Now if you see a itty bitty piggy in
where I wanna be
They thinking I done made it
I showed 'em love
Now niggas feeling like they obligated
I made a choice
If it's stressing me I won't
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