Lyrics:
The boat stopped moving. And we were stuck out on the sea.
There was no land in sight, and it started getting dark.
And we were surrounded by hundreds
ain't even here
I'm ready to get up and get all my own, but I got three more fuckin years
Nigga 15, with a big dream to make it on out this ghetto
But
she get the point
Tryna get her to stop smokin', I would leave and fire up a joint
'Til I quit, started back up again, twenty years later
All that
Slick
Used to get 'em by the hundreds nigga, you can ask Slick
Bet Jeezy pack the dough homie just like Vick
You Know What It Is
I can't even lie
'Cause I'ma take you back to the days of brown envelope trays
Twenty-something years ago as I proceed to recollect
A newborn shorty had to 'ford checks
but I be doin the most
Niggas hate it but the girls go crazy wit every post
I been a problem way back 10 years ago
Time ta put it in motion mark ready
niggas but readin' be makin me sleepy (hey!)
So strong am I, A Hundred Styles and Runnin'
Niggas stuck on one and them I ran by
Claimin' they fly but
years old
Just completely by luck
Wandered into one of the best schools
In the world for taekwondo i just got lucky
I got really, really, really lucky
I
land in her kidneys
I'm not a pilot, kidneys
This kid needs help
I spent a hundred dollars on a Plan B
And a knee pad for below the belt action
Got
I had to learn how to turn around a hundred thou' real fast
In '95 that was my last, I went back to the ave thinkin' rap's a thing of the past
Rest
quite clear?
At least it does from where I sit here
How could we go from a horse-drawn cart
To Mars in 100 years?
He started out slowly,
the targets
Last year, I failed a hundred times but I restarted
This year, I'll make the finish line from where I started
I'll never go back to my old ways when
I’d much rather be a rapper than a YouTube artist
This life seems so much better than always being haunted
By unrealistic standards set by kids,
When I was five years old, I realized it was a road
But at the end, I ain't seen lots of pots of gold
I seen a long cell block, the box, the hold
c'mon let's try this Guru
When I was five years old, I realized it was a road
But at the end, I ain't seen lots of pots of gold
I seen a long
Yeah
I gotta take 'em back to the 'Crest man
That's where all this shit started at, you namsayin'
Stop sign shit, namean
Hallway shit
Dice
behind my igyaloo
(Peek-a-Boo Woo ooo ooo)
And he started in to whippin'
On my fav'rite baby seal
With a lead-filled snow shoe i said:
With a lead lEAD
(What's happenin', Chi Chi?)
Change my name to the kid, that's a baby goat
Keep a Drac' like I started up OVO
You can get a percent, but I want
we hit your condo
Got another friend with me
Named Whitney from Chicago
Whitney love ta model? I'm thinkin' ménage
The truck parked out from
The Chevy
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
(Mason)
Picture this, little Fred out there really hittin' licks
By 15 he's locked in jail but no one didn't visit him
It's cool though, 'cause
pay the rent.
Even though I ain't gave you none in the last year,
Baby we need a brand new car boo,
Six hundred, S-E-L, Mercedes four door V-12.
Oh
what this piggy don't know is he's about to get his neck wet
Now I see the bailiff, I'm thinkin' what the fuck?
I can smoke this room before his
Yeah so check this out
I don't know where I would be without this music
Came out here 5 years ago
We been in Orlando making moves you know
Pack up
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