Lyrics:
of rap they've never seen such prominence
Your naive confidence gets crushed by my dominance
Now let's get back to this mic on my arm
If it ever left
gimmick, give it back,
That's my culture you said was wack,
Now Will Smith's kid has a Goku rap?
And you use it in trap, why am i so mad?
But what I'm
Break it on down, I break it on down
I break it on down (yeah), I break it on down
I just came from the A
I drove back home, six hour drive, six
still begging.
Fools killers or kings, tell me who you repping.
Sanctified sinner God gave the boy a lesson.
Highlandered Will Smith now I'm legend, Chris
this a 92 Pac thing
Feelin' like a prince, fresh to death like a young Will Smith
Smack a motherfucka like an old Will Smith
While I drink this fifth
embarrassed with sorry raps And get sent back
Return to sender, imma air bender
My advise to the wise, do better
Yeah real shit
And be careful who you kin
smoke
The opps, they say they gon' kill me, pull up on they block and I'm letting it blow
Them hollas gon' fly off that Glock and we doubling back to make
benefiting
Real shit
Will Smith
Fresh prince of the bay
How I came to the city
Started staying with bank
Now I keep it a hundred
Gotta live by the name
C-Note
got nines in the bedroom
Glocks in the kitchen
A shotty by the shower if you
Wanna shoot me while I'm shittin
The lesson from the Smith
And Wessun is
to myself yeah
More money always equals more problems
I'm rackin it rackin it rackin it racking it up
When you up dats when dey all wanna holla
I don't
clean house like Tony Randall
With style filed for sexual harassment like Tisha Campbell
You wack like Will Smith, your rhyme style is pansy
I fuckin'
Backstreet Ballas, alley-oop then we bail
Alley-oop then we bail, put it in the net
Do the halftime show, then come back as a threat
To the game we killing,
at night when I dream
And I knew one day that by fate we would meet
Now the last thing I want to do is go to sleep
If I die now my love will still haunt you
Intoxicated and I'm faded by you honey, why
We finally made it, got to lovin' money, seeds and shine
They wanna hate it, try to break it but it's
Intoxicated and I'm faded by you honey, why
We finally made it, got to lovin' money, seeds and shine
They wanna hate it, try to break it but it's
Hoe kept looking over her motherfucking shoulder black
That's when I seen them fools roll up in the Cadillac
And like Bone say them bitches holla
Riley Smith, made murder, one hundred and fifth
Now get this, how can I ease the pain?
And if you got the hook up, put your boy, feet in the game (Uhh!)
of a potato
Seat way back, listening to Anita Baker
Riding by myself, smoking weed by the acre
Hollygrove gator, ain't nobody greater
Leave you with some
of a potato
Seat way back, listening to Anita Baker
Riding by myself, smoking weed by the acre
Hollygrove gator, ain't nobody greater
Leave you with some
bitch!
I’m fly and ya boy friends a ostrich
How much you cost bitch?
See I will buy you then and then
Sell you back like an auction okay?
I am affiliated
the camera's following
I know they taking pictures, right Drama
Ay man, you watch it I live it, you dig that
Y'all sit back relax get some popcorn man
I'm
guru off me with a crack head down his
Niggas blitzed by crack heads, I crack heads with my voters
Tryin' to get that tuna colder so I can stack up them
break apart a nigga
But the dog is bigger, under stress
So unless you wanna get blessed to the chest
With slugs from the Smith & Wess, rest
Cent, how it feel to rob an industry nigga?
I'll catch P and Silkk the Shocker right after the Grammys
And Will Smith and Jada ass down in Miami
Run
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