Lyrics:
Play cuts for bucks and watch'em pile up
You want more?
See me in the drop top it's on
Peach color pony head course
Player instinct, learned from my
Feat. Jay-Z
[Beanie Sigel]
Bare witness to the greatest, can't beat us, join us
Keep heaters on us, wit red lasers
Now fair warning, sure shots
by day, do or die
hustlin', imagine this game wit I
did you think I would just lay back and not try
I'ma bounce back, get on my feet, get on my hustle
even when Jay-Z was lukewarm
I was gettin' my loot on, nigga I'm too strong
Eat til the food's gone, they placed me on this earth
The twin brother
screened
Just well schemed
I'm trying to have wealth for
My well being by 18 pockets healthy green
What the fuck is 12 beans?
I need the cake and cream
me time i need a break
Change the ending picture jay walking the streets at night
All of a sudden jay's surrounded by the cop lights
Gang violence
and my nigga see-Bo Yuk mezzole not only bust that rhyme we can do it illegal so the evil'll give a fuck next time nigga don't you ever spit my name cha
OG
I ain't tryna see the grave or the penitentiary
Everyday living, tryna stay on my feet
Even though a nigga paid but my heart in the streets
equal
I see the hate through the peephole
You will not knock me off of my feet hoe
Bnoutch gon' fly like a eagle
But I'm not no American hero, let me tell
you Q, Jay Rock, Dot
We run the coast
I'm so addicted, and so is Lifted
So restricted, now your flow evicted
Fake niggas see through you like eyelashes
strapped
In case I try to stick her and he try to stick me
So I'm... packin my magnums
In case I gotta blast one
The only time I'm leakin out my head is when
rolling down the street (street)
And them jay's on his feet (feet)
And his chains all on me
Yeah, his chains all on me, yeah
Oh! oh-oh, oh, oh
My baby from
Jay
Bro-brother Marquis
Bus-bust a rhyme
Extra extra, hear all the bad news
About the whacky-whack emcees and the ones like you
Because I've done
they into stealth
Put him 6 feet if he come for my health
Keep asking questions, you act like the feds
I stand by the word man, I said what I said
I'm
I keep them racks up to my ear
Man fuck what jay be talking bout
You can tell he from the south
By the golds up in his mouth
You can tell he bout
by my side
You're my golden sunshine
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Walk with me now, talk with me now, baby
Bo-bo-bo-bo-bo
Walk with me momma, talk with me now
G-fazos on my feet
Tented Louis glasses shining
Spent thirty thousand on my teeth, got frostbite from these diamonds
You see my cruisin through my hood, top
Buying, you going jays on your feet going jeans going fresh going elegant
Buying, you go popping in street now your star of every eyes now your
whippers
I got that candy red, with extra gloss
Heads turn, when they see me floss
Scooped up Trae, on a sunny day
Holla at Jay'Ton, and my boy Lil' Boss
like money they counting, I see it
Broke as fuck but we dreaming, out the window I'm leaning
Get out the lane, and when I get it ain't gon' change my
Taking off the bars from the cell is how I make my living
Lord not be smitten by the cage and the angry men willing
Sta cat to lines with
Taking off the bars from the cell is how I make my living
Lord not be smitten by the cage and the angry men willing
Sta cat to lines with
Yeah... Uh
Step up, step up
See it yah suh now
Step up in the building like a takeover
My stakeholders push the Range Rovers
My dawgs move like army
that pussy open for me, I'm just tryna see
We ain't doin' no drive-by's, my niggas hoppin' out on feet, nigga
These niggas claim they smackers, not
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