Lyrics:
Pour it up like I ain't got work
Pour it up like I ain't got work, got work
Pour it up like I ain't got work
Pour it up like I ain't got work, got
I ain't in it for the glory of anything at all
And I sure ain't in it for the wealth
But I'm in it til' it's over
And I just can't stop
If you
I ain't in it for the glory of anything at all
And I sure ain't in it for the wealth
But I'm in it til' it's over
And I just can't stop
If you
I ain't in it for the glory of anything at all
And I sure ain't in it for the wealth
But I'm in it til' it's over
And I just can't stop
If you
Katona,
No nice, 'cause I've run out of it,
Dumb it down a bit,
Ain't something I'm prepared to do,
Well I ain't never gonna run out of lip,
So here's
was in the suburbs, upper-middle wealth around
So real shit you ain't never had to struggle for much
I wouldn't say it like that, we just had
Even though I hold the weight of the whole world on my shoulders
I ain't never suppose to show it, my crew ain't suppose to know it
Even if it means
Even though I hold the weight of the whole world on my shoulders
I ain't never suppose to show it, my crew ain't suppose to know it
Even if it means
land
You could tell I'mma make big moves
By the size of my plane
Rolex on my wrist, but it ain't much time on my hands
That lambo shut him up, call
trying no no
Grateful for my darkest hours made me stronger
Mama watching over me I love my stalker
Thankful for blessings and the gift of life
It's not by
I'm a trip mode, Cashland wearin' motherfucker
Niggas look over this way
I swear to God they ain't gon' touch on it
On my cash, get it out your
over
I wanna know is it over
They say Chicago ain't peaceful
Just full of pieces
Get the heat and get to squeezing
Sirens ring off and like Lebron get
smoke again
Ayo, who's that, it's Lil EZ
Back from the dead, eggs over easy all over his head
I can cook you an omelette and shove it down your throat
Jersey
Now we can do this a couple of different ways, it really depends
Could give them classic NY jeans over the Timbs
Or I could spit about my car
I lived in a place called Okfuskee
And I had a little girl in a holler tree
I said, "little girl, it's plain to see
Ain't nobody that can sing
I lived in a place called Okfuskee
And I had a little girl in a holler tree
I said, "little girl, it's plain to see
Ain't nobody that can sing
weave ain't shit, your ass ain't shit
Girl you ain't shit, your daddy ain't shit
[RZA] [Girl]
But fuck it, yo
let me get this fucking
what I have
Fuck with one of mine then I attack
Even behind enemy lines
I grab the bull by the sack (sack)
It ain't safe
Somebody crab my Okapi we going
Oh yeah it's over for tonight
Oh baby elevated feeling right
I'mhappy that you by my side
Let's go and sip on something lite
Chillin, Vibing
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not
mama, please tell her I said, "Say something"
I'm startin' to believe ain't no such thing as Heaven's trumpets
No after-over, this is it, done
If
watchin' over, I'm lookin' for a better way
And I that's all I gotta say
'Cause it's hell
Livin' off a thug, money things ain't swell
Don't believe me, go
Yeah i been needing your closure
Needed it way before it was over
Opened doors i shouldn't have
I'm the reason that i'm going mad
Staying in my bag
You know it ain't right if she ain't by my side
With this crazy, crazy world
Thank God I'm with my girl
We get ahead, yup, she give me head, damn
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