Lyrics:
keeps it gully in a bonafide skully
I ain't never had a hit but still get props like Nelly
I'm platinum in streets I got, love in the streets
And I
a bonafide skully
I ain't never had a hit but still get props like Nelly
I'm platinum in streets I got, love in the streets
And I'm more underground than your,
flaunt it
Got homies in the projects while I'm doin' shows in Boston
Smoke away they pain their life a blur like the Gaussian
I'm in the UK, shockin' mates
three gave, they me six and I ain't snitch
I'm tryin' to plug when I get out, bitch I ain't rich
I'm a money making nigga but I ain't Mitch
I got
niggas redoing tattoos putting bullet holes in bullet scars
Lauderdale I am rapping I ain't stepping if I ain't got no iron weapon
I'm lying I don't need
He want beef, I'ma have to get him slaughtered
I got horses in my car like a farmer
Yeehaw, finna pick up your daughter (your daughter)
He want
nigga
Grind overload
I got my rollie on
And that shit ain't fake like these other niggas hoe
I came up in Duval County servin' hard and yay
Gwop off in my
Yo, I'd like to dedicate this to my mom
Sabrina Jackson god bless her soul
We gon' get it on in
Here nothing but real shit
Yo, shorty ain't a shorty
the blue bills it match the denim
I got this dope ass fade and line up 'round the projects
By Triple H he got heroin hard and haircuts
Dog food (this shit
of everyone
Bitch niggas ain't got no type of reason
To say a bullshit rhyme in LL season
I'm freezin', ya bleedin' heavily up out'cha rectum
Black
And I ain't on that label shit
So keep your papers bitch
Project Baby fuck that Sager
And PlayStation shit me and my nigga running
Crazy home invasion
Why am I giving you peace of mind
You ain't even worth my time
I'm waking up inside a villa
You bout exotic as vanilla
Just got a letter from
'm disrespectful
Y'all know I don't care 'bout these niggas
Happy New Year
Tekashi got snatched by the feds, he done
I'm like, "Damn, why they doin' that to 50
to be a killer (New York Stand Up)
You wanted to be the Champ! (got your boy in the booth nigga)
You ain't hungry
Matter of fact I don't want you in my
Hypnotize Minds Productions
Presents
(Yeah) New Project Pat
Project Pat
It's goin' down
Aah
Good googly moogly, that thang is juicy
the morning!
I got big C-Style on the grill
Eastside! Keepin' it way real
Dogg Dogg, LBC
If you got beef, with DPG,
Then holla at me, the D-O-G
If you
On my Project Pat, guerilla
My game so cold, need chinchilla
You want beef bout a bitch
But my nigga, I got several
Two birds with one Stone, Rosetta
Your
You gone take them five? Or you gone take them to the trial?
And go get denied?
By that probation and you just got, caught with that fry
That
A recognition mission
I'm strictly sipping E&J like
Got my mind flippin' i'm bugging
Digging my ways out of holes by hustlin'
Get that loot, kid
You know my
come
Ain't got no money, baby, just hard dick and bubble gum
I got a daughter on the way, but I want me another son
I'm tryna have a hundred mill'
enough support by the belt for niggas
All about business, fuck beef, that ain't me
But Ill still make a nigga go to sleep if he trippin
I do what I want
pick the better option
LOF I got the wave
They know a n**** locked in
Once I get these mills
Get my family out the projects
Im bout to get it on my
up your optics
Vacate in the Tropics, you dodgin' bullets in the projects
Cut the nonsense, I'm hotter than a lot of men
Start honorin', got more
The Niggas That Ain't Neva' Had Nuthin Start Doin Strange Thangs
They Say I Must Like Beef, 'cause 50 Got 50 Enemies
But If They Fight Him, They Gotta Fight
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