Lyrics:
bricks
I'm the interstate, man
And the women say "damn"
Them niggas don't say a damn thing
Boy I bet that shotty make you
Bounce like a bed spring
Walking
the private hall, the lion's home (uh)
Sippin' scotch, tell 'em ready, set, go
(Ooh) you'll learn what war is like (say what?)
I'm ducking straight
sky gettin high wit my dawgs
From the cell to the trenches
We gon make it out
Boy say that he a soulja we can shoot it out
Free my boys on them books
We
rock
Get you a saucer the razor go chop
Get you a Glock and invest in a block
Set up ya shop, dare 'em to pop
Fucked by the cop, jacked his ass with
gallant
Hustle don pay
So men don gallant o
Owo don dey
Most of my niggas indebted, I tell 'em to let go
Brick by brick nigga this shit is a Lego
Ègo ègo
the deputy, and head of bank treasury
So mounties in the county got a BIG bounty stressin' me
But tell 'em to hold off, they too short to measure me
Mos
Ay bruh, I'ma tell you on some real shit homie
You know what I'm sayin', you can't let this shit get to you dog
Know what I'm sayin', it ain't no
No we must see him.
Mandy: Go and praise someone else's brat, go on.
Wise Man 2: We were led by a star.
Mandy: Led by a bottle, more
the pain
Having no money come my way
But now I'm making money even when I sleep
Eyes wide awake, but I really need a dream
We hustle, hustle
I go by Weezy,
the pulpit
Stressin' to help me, seemed like I was born by mistake
While the races dominate, got me victim to the Legislate'
I'm playin' for kicks, hustle
daddy (sponsor)
It can be a fucking homicide, it can even be a suicide
I'ma kill a nigga by a gun, or even by a fucking knife
Nikiwa show man I'm killin'
Swing my way
Let me take you somewhere that I'm headed, baby
You can play
Treat you like my hustle, you know I'll be on that all day
I'm on the block
trying to make my dad happy
Boy I’m tired of living check to check
All this fake jewelry on my neck
Is going to get replaced by some diamonds
Nah I ain’t
fights
One might, say that i’m a little conceited
Plastic bags on my feet
To keep the dirt up off my sneakers, yeah
In high school I was hated
By my
the deputy, and head of bank treasury
So mounties in the county got a BIG bounty stressin' me
But tell 'em to hold off, they too short to measure me
Mos
Swing my way
Let me take you somewhere that I'm headed, baby
You can play
Treat you like my hustle, you know I be on that all day
I'm on the block
broads act silly, couldn't jack my steez
Quit slippin' on your pimpin' ma, ya boy chose me
And now we got 'em "hey lil mama, can you give me a sec
I got
the (money man)
hooooo, hooooo
hooooo, Hot Damn
[Verse 1 - Malice]
My how the boy's grown
From roaming low into homes
To homes of his own
No catching up he's
prison
Fuck a Bentley or a Lexus, just my boys in the squadder
Nigga talk reckless, then I hit 'em with the Smif an'
But I'm never snitchin', I'm a rider
looking up to the man I feel like always on go
Too hard I be ridiculous
Feel I'm one of the sickest
Tell them boys they can get it
Ain't tripping bout no
Boy, I'm Superman
Hahahahahaha
Just Blaze!
I ain't no muthafuckin' Soulja Boy, I'm Superman
Haha
Up, up and away!
Boy, I'm Superman
Hahahahahaha
Just Blaze!
I ain't no muthafuckin' Soulja Boy, I'm Superman
Haha
Up, up and away!
I'd never be Soulja Boy Tell 'Em
Tryna beef with everybody on the internet
Feelin' shameless
I'd rather be broke on Sunset
Than in a Hollywood hotel,
on my lid
Now, he wanna ask me how it feel 'cause they say I'm that bitch
Let me slow it down, I make 'em move with it (move with it)
Do what it do
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