Lyrics:
will be dealt with in time
It ain't a mystery how I form the words in rhyme
In nineteen hundred and ninety square
All shook niggas is supposed to have
will be dealt with in time
It ain't a mystery how I form the words in rhyme
In nineteen hundred and ninety square
All shook niggas is supposed to have
Damn, my brand new Benz
Thinkin' 'bout my so called friends
And why should I make amends when they crossed the nina and sin
Again and again
the ride
This Christmas
I ain't got no wishlist
I got you by my side
Love that shines so bright
Started with a look
His brown eyes
Didn't know he had me
on the paper when we be up in the kitchen
When we thinkin' about the money on the steady come up and I got the niggas
That be ready for whatever with a whole
here
So don't approach or hope to be the man of the year"
I said, listen, dear, or rabbit or whatever the hell you be
I'm not the one to embarrass but
how I'm balling
That I'm just getting started
Yeah, I took an advance
Put 20 keys in the projects
Had to scoop my lieutenant
Had to make my deposit's
scooby doo,
And guess what, America, we love you
'Cause you rocked and a rolled with so much soul,
You could rock 'til a hundred and one years old
I
of water for niggas sleepin on me
Came up i was flippin them quarters like referees lil homie
Flo is on bucket of water
100,000 Flows started wit a buck n
on liquor
I had women on women
Yeah that's bunk bed bitches
I've done lived more than an eighty year old man still kickin'
Cause they live for some
I was 16 when I started off in the Lionz Den
I was rhyming against a nigga twice my
Age but I was fire then
Before you, Yung I I I
Cortez even Rich
time
I got bricks for sale, Let's go fellas
I'll pay you by the hour, I shouldn't be standing here
Money, power, then you get the women
A Hundred
At your altitude you see the moon
Feelin' like I've gone three hundred sixty-five
Barely alive and nearly back where I started
Years pass, people change,
the drop
On my way out to her house I started noticing cops,
Somethin tellin me to turn around and follow these dudes,
Normally I wouldn't consider but out
my hip
Still ready to fuck with the smell of dick on your lips
I started thinkin with my dickhead, man, that big red
Pushy-ass pussy, it's
no one so I oughta make up for the years
By putting in a thousand over hundred on your fucking ears!
How in the hell am I supposed to explain to my
gotta leave this whole hundred empty
Turn they set day picnic to Hell's Kitchen
Fire engines flying by imagine a momma crying
Holding her son he was
now they reap what I sow
Over two months late, 25 in escrow
Two years later now, tell me how you feel
Fall like Rome, all lead, no steel
Couple
the slightest worth of gold, but still was on a mission
Down Alondra, rollin kinda tough
Twisted up the chocolate thai, and I started to puff
Aroma smells better
My nigga game came with a hundred bars fo' y'all
Now I'm following his footsteps nigga
Young ya boy, CO when I'm five times platinum
Holla'
'm a third year freshman, I started with the best of them
But now them niggas done passed me, I'm just a baby daddy
O.G. Original Goofball, and I used
can't count on thеse hundreds
To detеrmine my elation
Pursuit of happiness I keep pacin'
These motherfuckas racist
These ain't fair races
They just let
Started from the bottom but we up now
I remember times it was moving slow
Started from the bottom but we up now
It was all me they ain't show no love
finga up when I'm after you
Now I strap a big dick by the Girbaud sign
You heard I'm fuckin yo bitch, so you grabbin yo 9
Movin up like you got it on yo
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