Lyrics:
They are turning the planet, into a cemetery
Got to work for Peace
Peace ain't coming this way
We should not allow ourselves to be mislead
By talk
y'all tell everybody that Johnny's in town
I got a dollar and a quarter and I'm just raring to clown
Don't let nobody play me cheap
I got fifty cents
y'all tell everybody that Johnny's in town
I got a dollar and a quarter and I'm just raring to clown
Don't let nobody play me cheap
I got fifty cents
mail[00:50.40]I got a plan, I got a drop on a opp, watch me pop out on all of his fam[00:54.13]High in demand, she give me top in the drop, need to stop and head
and stare once I pull the Lacs out
Backing in so I ain't got to back out
The mic that I use cost a couple rack-a-damiens
Floating on a carpet, hoes thought I
Shit I still think I’m Dark Knight
Put logos on my whip, so they gon know me when they walk by
Put that on my wrist, let it sit below my fist
When they
Keep ya circle tight, cut off the ones that ain't real
Them niggas don't keep it trill, 50 and never a bill
Keep ya circle tight, cut off the ones
when I spit shit, right?
26-inch got a deep-dish, my
Sweet as mami lips when I'm creeping by
Baby gave me wings just to keep me fly
Weezy I, hell
Oh he trapper of the century I want all of that
Telling niggas peep game need a starter pack
Heard they talking smoke I want all of that
I got twenty
Aye, aye, aye, aye
Fuck I look like gettin caught slippin by a thot ho
I want all the beef I keep them shells like a taco
I be gettin to the cheese
a man, surrounded by the Compton crew
He said, "Hear ye! Hear ye! Come one, come all!
The princess is having a royal ball
If you can rap, also dress
[Swiss Beats] Money, cars, clothes, hoes [x2]
I'm from the ghetto so gimmie my money
[Lil Wayne] Mr Angel on the beat
Young mula baby, and the devil
the corner of his 40-ounce bottle
On the weekend him and my pops flashed the 'Vette
Till one weekend my uncle got stabbed to death
He got murdered by
lint
Pulled off 50 in my RTA
got me feelin' like 50 Cent
I just took a break
Had to get back straight
People askin' about where I went
How they gon' let
dope by my lonely
all these niggas moving funny, yea yea
I smoke this dope by my lonely
Why these hoes be creeping on me?
Got dollas
Got Water
Got mamis
future (yeah, Lil Pump)
I'ma, let me, I'm finna tell you what you gonna be (yeah, huh, brr, yeah)
Shit (yeah, yeah)
You ain't got shit (yeah)
You ain't
got the time to lay it down
They want me to wine and dine
I’m chasing money by the mile
These niggas are real cowards
Everywhere I go
My haters they
[Verse 1: Holstar]
Got a side hustle for my side hustle, I’m 50 Cent with the Power you Homies lack muscle/
Lackluster – too tired, I can't puncture
then, she been a demon
Can't put a dog up in his kennel
I been rollin' by myself, that's why my songs be sentimental
And I'm stuck up in this game, it
Get that money that's by any means shawty these aint VVSs in my mouth
I went flawless I was still fuckin bad hoes when I was carless
& she let me pull
you getting To the loot
I'm just tryna do what my father Couldn't do
Do this for my Daughters and by Daughters I mean two
Catch me Pull up suv
But I got
have some fun is why she’s breaking all the rules
50/50 on the dash, I hit the gas, we sliding through
Said the night is pretty young like mamas what you
rrreal (By my goddamn self)
[Verse 1]
Nigga dwell on it, can't he
So tell on me, got my bitch all at the crib
Try to smell on a nigga, want to stay around
It’s all on you and all I do
(Roll it up, light it up)
Got some gin and some juice
And we smokin on Snoop
(Roll it up, light it up)
Blunts fat like
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