Lyrics:
And I'm breaking y'all (y'all)
Anybody step up, fall
Come get some, take yo loss
Better call nine-one-one tell 'em crazy
White rapper's breaking balls
by you so fast, got you sneezing, hachoo
They got the shivers, man, I got the fever
I gotta bring the hood back after Katrina
Weezy F Baby, now
yeah)
Breeze by you so fast, got you sneezing, hachoo
They got the shivers, man, I got the fever
I gotta bring the hood back after Katrina
Weezy F
I don't need no fake friends, I cut em off
Shit, Why you keep em?
Imma block you on everythang
I don't need you, I don't need you
Said I'm ridin by
built for it
Go and find your blessing
Most these bitch boys just wish for it
Got me cracking up
Back 'em up
Show the distance
They thought they had
the jungle now see where we at
Came a long way still got a long way to go
Imma never loose faith I'ma never lose hope
Boy won't stop till I'm headlining
these lyrics
Fuck 'em, man can’t touch the flow, are you dumb, yeah just cos man I got brown skin
Don’t think I step back when it comes to shelling a mic,
call me Julius
Y'all take shots, I direct: movie shit
Grand Hustle champion, all I do is ball 'em up
Niggas starting conversations just so they can
I told you boys Juicy J is on that M-Town
Got that cheese coming in choking green by the pound
I'm rolling with the Three 6, let 'em peep this
Make
boy
so keep your mind on your business
the streets don't love you naw
so keep your game legit
she say she love you for life
you gettin cash by the K
she
more
And cop more if they got more
And come back if they got more
Middle finger to them folks, tell 'em GABOS
Cause this game ain't based on sympathy
wouldn't take it if you know individual
Keep the fine bowl fun bowl to a minimum
They try to tell me that he know he a criminal
But I'm the one to tell him
of the nose
Soul, let 'em know 'bout them blocks that we rose from
Legend in my city, must acknowledge it
I hustle 'fore fightin', head down, they Robinson,
the addy
This bitch is shaking ass
They rolling off Addy's
Street nigga, but the life I live is so fancy
I feel like Soulja Boy, bitch
I'm the swag daddy
Tell my boys pick a section run it up we on a mission
Got these niggas thinking we selling dope by the way we pitching
Did I forget to mention talk about
her ‘cause I’m always on the road
When I get my money and fuck bitches on the low
Been committed to the hustle man, it’s all I’ve ever known
You can
and I won't snap, uh
Two-fifty a show and they still think I'm sellin' crack, uh
When you bring my name up to the judge just tell em' facts
Tell em how
Built millions off being patient, clutch in, no hesitation
I roll by, I shake the ground with my presence
Bitches scream my name, you tell yo' nigga yea
M's
Tell you my struggles, girl
Sit back let me vent
I got in trouble tryna hustle
Mama couldn't pay the rent
I'on't want no strife
I'm servin' white
boy you gotta pay me in advance
I don't miss when I shoot my shot, I'm the man
I be playin' with these bands like it's Rock & Roll
I been movin'
the family scriptures
1999 nigga, still struggling
Trying to get some money with this mastermind I'm juggling
Sharpen up ya thug mentality
And by the year
I'm not from Chi city but
I'm common on the corner
We always hustle hard, you ballin' incidental
I'm 'bout to go on trial
Murderin' instrumentals
I dumb
for these thots
Tell'em it's coming tha timer set I want tha money I'm still in here scrappin' tha pot
Still on tha block stay with a shot
They ready
Tell em' in advance
She can't help but glance
Money in my pants
Of course
Get it by will
I never gotta force
Can't do what I do
I always win at horse
I'm
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