Lyrics:
motherfuckers up when we pass by
Until I die, live the life of a boss player, 'cause even when I'm high
Fuck with me and get crossed later, the futures in my
In the days or years to come day
It'll change you'll see life's something
Something join me say
One day... (One day)
It's gonna get better (Better)
all of your schemes
Dropping big figures in amounts unseen
But how can I do that when my account is clean, he said
Always live, Beyond Your Means
In a direction to speak on something that's realer than the TV screen
By any means, wasn't trying to offend or come between
Her personal life, I was
knees
Micheal Jackson with the kick
Alicia with the keys
Magic Johnson my flow sick
Elvis Presley her knees
I'm in the trap
Making money
You can see it
mean I don't believe in
Something just cause I don't believe
That there's an invisible man that whispers
To me in the sky
You might be a little
Boys ??? ???Paul Revere???
- ???Now here???s a little story I got to tell/About three bad brothers you know so well/It started way back in history/With
an odd party favor
Something I've received at bar mitzvahs
She pulled it out of
Her purse as we talked in
The basement of Barclays
And this would be my
a kilo with a ribbon, huh
Live every day like it's my last
My only trending topic is the cash
Keys in the crib, you want keys to the crib
I got work
over hospital gown, right
She live on her knees
I live in a condo in the trees
The air's a little thinner that I breathe
Iron Man Audi, let
Take back your rights
All the wealth you make is taken
By exploiting parasites
And they keep us in line
With a fascist police force
Global capitalist
they're not there anymore. So he says, "yeah look, take one of these flaggons... one of them little flaggons,
they've got four and a half pints of beer in
and again
Uh, Uh
Here's a little story I got to tell
And this dis goes on, again and again
Uh, Uh
Uh, Uh fatty is the key to end all your walls
And I’ma put a stop to it
Such awfulness, it even bothers optimists who thought of it
Y’all get ripped like men in muscle mags
Talkin’ shit, I got something
the beat, baby
Stop in the street
(ERR) she eat up the pavement
I don’t give a (ERR) nigga, she crazy
I’m back by unpopular demand
‘Least he still poppin’ in
Alicia, cause I'm goin' in for the keys
Bro told me Percocets, ain't workin' them doses be bigger than me
Ima bigger believer don't need a religion
kisses
Oou damn baby girl mouth so vicious
Two door coupe and they got no keys
Gotta live luxury penthouse suite
Dont got that so I take a double tree
Ooh
in key
They call me AltBoyZay
With my brother Ray
I'm on the grind today
I got no time to waste
All these fakes in LA
I'm in Seattle by today
Oh you
My brother Lugo hit me
Said you the goat
I feel like Alicia Keys
Don't miss a note
I'm riding on tidal waves
Can't sink my boat
Keep catching these
again
Lost in the waves
High off a bag of rocket
Shooting off bottle rockets
The key that's in my pocket
Call that direct deposit
Know that I got some
me
What's goin' on in the world today.
I'd rather be dead than to turn my head away
We got this first world vision too
Comfy to lift up our hands in
move
Tools I got take a nigga out his shoes
Tools I got leave a nigga on the news"
Unc' said, "Papi, you a bad man"
He went back to digging in the trash
something you can buy, why?
You only live once, so you gotta live it right
If you got one shot, then take a chance and roll the dice
But if you miss
churned up mud, and in the crumbling doorways of windowless, often roofless houses, I saw barefooted, ragged little children, faces pinched with cold
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