Lyrics:
the rest of 'em
I took my city by storm I never asked for it
I'm with the hustlers, them murderers and with them trap boys
I ain't have no choice
how to start it off
But I started off with a good note
I repeated this while it's still a beat
Learnt it off by heart, this is my rote
I think I wanna
you 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
them cups raising up
Snizzow flizzake is off in my dollar
Gotta nose it up
I dial drink by the liters, I'm a drinker ho
Ya swore you doin' it like
Me?
'm living play-by-play, day-by-day
No time for her honestly
Unless her face lookin' like a young Sade
'Cause I gotta get it a hundred ways
What you know
About a hundred months of wrecking health and wasting time
made me an ego-centric asshole in a selfish state of mind
I'm glad this time passed by, but
forgot
That's when I came upon a book covered in cobwebs
Story of a romance torn apart by fate
Hundreds of years ago, they fell in love, like we did
Deja Vue.
I'm in the movie and I don't give a fuck about it I
keep thinkin' about the bitch I met at consessions
Really a cutie I wanna get up in her
ideology
What am I doing
Million dollar fuckin question
What am I pursuing
But by this time this life is over
Hope to have an answer
I'm starting something
Whatchu mean, I thought you left that cat which was true
I'm not talkin about him, another dude
Been wit him for a year and had a baby by him (word?)
estates been guarded by pit bulls and AK's
I'm straight cookin' them thangs
Movin' weight like I should
'Cause a nigga livin' good
Don't
estates been guarded by pit bulls and AK's
I'm straight cookin' them thangs
Movin' weight like I should
'Cause a nigga livin' good
Don't
like a photo shoot
4 door coupe, hundred just to park
Hustler of the year now my
Name is just because
First I counted a dollar
Then I counted a million
this
Started working in sales, at the weekend
Started spending money in the hundreds
23 with the team for Outta Control
But I didn't do much to try
hundred times three
Marathon man so don't run shit by me
I'm a slave to music but you can never buy me (Wooh)
Scared of my success you went into hiding
Not
reputation was dirty, but yo that didn't disturb me
I want to stop the insanity, try to have me a family
Started checkin' my phone and brought her back
'Cause this last year until today or even since I started
Word to Dr. Dre, 2 shots back dearly departed
And I still have yet, for my music to be charted
coming by
I done fucked your bitch a hundred times
What the fuck your bitch got on her mind?
My fucking dick
I call her dickhead
Spicy like a Big Red
started
Dwight, you call me Dwight
They've killed a shitload of inmates and guards
Three inmates, five guards and one shrink
All in one year's time
thinkin' Neato
Givin' peace to minutes, something like your T-Vo
But it's 3 hundred thousand more with no remote
Take it in the rain, I used to live with
a show stopper
Drip designer, I started last year
These niggas, far behind me
Top shotta, I'm talkin' big baller
Big Scott a shot caller, why damn
Yeah,
(J.R.)
On the prison bus, can't jump out the window, it's a gate
See it in my face, I got a L in the state
Thinkin' to myself, "I coulda took
demons, sometimes mine get hungry and I do feed them
For those of you who may not know
Confidence Dae is an annual holiday started by myself and Daequan
infectious (go)
If I lose it, give a fuck, I buy another one
Spent a hundred K a hundred times, bitch, I'm Venita son
All these niggas actin' just like me,
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