Lyrics:
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
fifties, hunnids (sheesh)
Only thing I'm cuffin'
Snow bunny, nose runnin' like she comin' down with somethin'
So broke I almost cried until I started
floor
Used to buzz em in then meet him right by the first door
That was 'prolly a year before I went on my first tour
Friendship was worth more than
the flashing
Four ceiling tiles
Two beads of sweat
Trauma's funny like that
The details it lets you remember in the main event it forces you to forget
I started
of his head and said "Our time has come"
A number one song a week for the hundred years hahaha
As he bit into my wrist shit all I could hear was their
died, but my pop raised me
The block made me tuck grips
And serve rocks daily
I started scammin’, had my
Bitches doin' drops, crazy
Listen, I got a vision
Sunday mornin', man, she woke up fightin' mad
Bitchin' and moanin' on and on 'bout the time I had
And by Tuesday, you could say that girl was good
thirteen, fourteen years I'm thinkin' cool
I might as well, be focusin' on me tryin' to get paid
Usin' these rhymes I've been writin' since in the seventh
the phone, I heard the dial tone
Now I'm thinkin', "What the hell is goin' on?"
Damn
[Verse 2]
I had a good lawyer, I got five years, Jay Lee did it
And I was just playin', I was just playin', man, you feel me
I've been thinkin' to myself, I should've been a rap
I've been thinkin' to myself, I
you with it, you done
I'm a keep it a 100, you better get you a gun
Word bond real talk, do my dirt all by my lonely
'Cause them suckas will talk
I
cars by the three's, Bitches call me papa Johns 'cause I keep that extra cheese
Overseas in the sun, livin' for the fun in Milan with some bad bitches
Ain’t no question
Where it all started
Yeah found you
Broken hearted
Still showed interest
Regardless
Wanted me
Ahh Gina like
Martin
Really had me
Thinkin
With Puff'
Yo I started out in Iraq the wrong route
More chickens to doubt more money to count
Yo my Swiss account with more cheese amount
It's
where i started sure ain't for me
the B.G.
that's the name I go by
test me
you die S Kangol why
hide out
at the club, slide out
ride out
yo'
write the good rhymes
The whole scenery reminded me of good times
I don't like to feel that I'm put in a rut
By a young nigga that needs to pull his
the good rhymes
The whole scenery reminded me of good times
I don't like to feel that I'm put in a rut
By a young nigga that needs to pull his pants up
He
write the good rhymes
The whole scenery reminded me of good times
I don't like to feel that I'm put in a rut
By a young nigga that needs to pull his
millions, huh
Clockin' in sucks
Its a blessed position really
Don't get me wrong
I'm just thinkin' bigger
Hundred ways to get richer
I need bigger figures
Steady thinkin' bout the system make believin' that we free
I never let him trick me
Ten toes on my feet
All my fallen brothers, love you, see you when I
raised in a lower middle class family with only one
brother Michael whom I love dearly.
He was five years my senior.
My father's nickname was Red which I
to the wall
I'mma ying-yang your body
Make my hips hop and hooray
By nature we get naughty
Want 100% of your twelve play
Confessions, you're gettin' in
I should of stayed in college for about another 100 years but
I know what it is to be there
Alimony alimony don't get too drunk in Vegas
Leaves
headed and dangerous
And still livin' in this matrix
All I wanna do is make my loved ones proud
In this year alone we made three hundred thousand
But
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