Lyrics:
out
The whole country by Khaled to rap on BET
Guess he saw me as the best man
619 to 858 to 760 I'm reppin'
San Diego to all you foreign
Daygo's what we
to no man
That's why I stay on my grind.
These days people die young,
See those *iggers by the conner wanna do me like Pop Smoke.
All my moves are
on
Fools swear they're wise, wise men know they're foolish
We was headed for the web even before computers
I never thought you would give me a reason to do
to keep them haters one step behind me
Ain't nothin' changed but the time that they hand out
But even without the cars and the ice, we stand out
Cause
that I don’t mean
People try to tell me things that take away my dreams
I can’t trust nobody I been through a couple teams
I don’t look behind me haters
Master P I got your girl like how they do that there (uuuhh)
And got them haters saying this ain't fair
Got a call from my man, say the money slowed up
Grand opening grand closing
Every woman every man knows him
He ain't real girl that man posing
Whoa whoa whoa
When shit get real You see the fake in
on they're chin
Take a puff from my hamp then bounce
I'm on a mission for scrilla, vanilla slugs by my zipper
Playa haters trippin' off ho's it seems that
hard
I want to thank my haters too man
My haters is my motivation for real
Thank you y'all keep me going
I thank myself for going hard (congratulations)
even thought of yet
A good homie is hard to come by
But most times you get done by the ones you trust most
So, I gotta raise a toast
To my tried
tryna smoke
Plus they already fucked up
Man I can't lie, this a hell of a life
Pocket full of money
It's gonna be a hell of a night
We just smoke
and wait
They say a hater is gonna hate
I've never played the fool for the bait
You won't see a tear run down my face
I'm from the trenches where there is
I used to carry a Glock on the waist line, man I don't waste time!
I'm strong on the bass line, you'll never taste mine!
See me on the screen,
So, you come through stuntin' and get somethin' put in your face
Man, these rapper niggas fool, let me eat these niggas plate
Man, these rapper niggas
cars by the date
So fuck what you heard, I'm the man girlfriend
Pullin' up in racecars, this nigga just got a Benz
He on 106 New Joint, I'm on MTV Big
to issue the pain
And distribute some cocaine
Can you fuck man, nah nah
I'm known for loosen' brains
Bitch you think that I'm playin'
Go to war by myself,
eyes
And with a bottle of Alize man I'll be doing alright
And every single morning I'll be smoking til I'm high
Times so fast, always pass my by
That's
stand with
The under dog, drop thunder on
Fools like you, try run along
Crews like you don't last that long
Ain't chinese whispers, dont pass it on
See I
Careful now, it's too late
Y'all real dumb, you fools ain't
Gonna stop me now, the rule's made
I ain't even trippin', got both shoes laced
I'm not
hand
Make a bitch wanna dance
Dope man dope man
Need another hand
I'm just living high means
Turn these hater into fans
With the Money looking thin
By
hemmed up you better watch your back
It comes a time when you get jammed up them crackers want that sack
Just do your time you gotta man up and don't
swarming
I see the stars conforming
No man will stand against me
Yeah any doubters dormant
All my haters rest in peace kapeesh
I show up to your hospital
man
I meant to say hope
But we can
Stick with throat
Baby, baby
You know I'm a fool
I thought school cool
Baby, baby
I studied the game
I studied
always a hater
If I missed your call then I can't call you later
Cause I'm talking business and ain't nothin' greater
Ask me how I feel, feel amazing
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