Lyrics:
holla!
I’m from the East where them ARs shooting
Ruthless, niggas will leave you naked
For the record khaled from the South where
Them bammers be moving
don't never pass this worry on to nobody, we gifted
Inner visions clear, I'm tearing up my own body
Leaves falling, rake it up, Nicki and Yo Gotti
Stop
we gettin' it, we gettin'
I fuck with Yo Gotti and Dolph
So this shit ain't my business, my business
You need a pack and the
Money good, I'ma send it,
and the land of the motherfuckin free
Tell me who brave who really motherfucking free
Fuck yo liberty and yo justice cause yo justice just not for us
You made
What the young trend settin musician I be
Got critics givin up the recognition I de-serve
Never bring yo mrs. By me
I'm it I'm it call me mr. I-t
If I
You know like she never heard of me, ya know
So I said okay you may know me by my other name
Sometimes they call me
Track master
We see you Tone
dog wouldn't blaze heat for chedda.
We better eat together or meet at da crossroad
Cause the Lord knows It's Murda, hold those.
When yo casket close
ain't got no game
Fuck sex, bitch, I'm gettin' checks
I'm lookin' at yo calendar, nigga, what's next?
It's empty, there's nothin' on the schedule
You
**Phone dialling**
[Mary]
What's up, this is Mary, leave a message, and I'll holla back, peace
[Diddy]
Yo, yo Mary, pick up the phone girl
I'ma tell you once nigga I don't talk twice
If you get down bad wit me
Nigga you gone loose yo life
I'm the real Uptown Nigga 4 Life
And if I killed
see it coming
Is it a bird? Yup
Is it a plane? No
I hit me a right on El Segundo
Wanted to holla, had to ditch the Impala
Let's see if they
a fatter poem
Matter of fact you can tell by
How my vibe i'm bout it
Hopped on it one minute
One minute later i'm vibing on it ,
This beat is non-respondent
Yea yea yea
Its Flock Gotti yea
Yea yea yea
When I'm thinking about you
It's all about you
It's only you
Thinking about you you yea
I think about you
life then I got blinded allure
We all go through it too, been divided by obscure
Let go of the stress, LORD I'm blessed by my nature
I can read yo
Molly and some Bacardi
Rake it up Nick Minaj, Yo Gotti
Been 3 years and I still never quit
Your apologies, they don't mean shit
Sit, take a number, are
What's all the noise about?
Have some respect shut the fuck up
Driveby money talkin shit yo back the truck up
Y'all niggaz don't respect me but
better by myself
You taught me how to love myself
I get that vibe from no one else
I suggest that you love yourself
Ey yo we wanna party
Love yourself
Ey
1)
My life has been like gun blast every night
Stop the car, searched down with a flashlight
"Where's the gun? Where's the dope?"
The drive-by last
the next shit, the next shit
Yo yo yo, I scatter data that'll have my niggas' catamaranin'
Around yachts cop figures like Knotts Landin'
The last batter
Smoking out, pouring up, keep that lean up in my cup
All my car got leather and wood in my hood we call it buck
Everybody wanna ball, holla at broads
Yo when I step out the house I'm like eeeyah
When I show up in the club I'm like eeeyah
When you see me in my car that's eeeyah
When you in club
Yeah
Yep
I understand yo goin through some things with this nigga
This nigga ain't worth it
Get with a real nigga
Take you away from all of this
through your clothes like an ion
I am no american idol, no Simon Cowell
Wack niggas throw in the towel
I'm getting money with the rap, pay me by the vowel
Fighting Temptation
Yo Beyonce, Free, Mc Lyte why'all ready
Let it put it down for da clubs
Ladies! (yeah) We got dat beat dat make you jump
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