Lyrics:
money to speed up the race
Just to make sure my bro had a start
I know I know just sixteen and I still talk grown
Mature by yourself when you're stuck all
(hey), M&M, M&M (M&M)
Walkin' around with them M&M's (M&M's, young rich nigga)
Snake nigga in yo' grass
My nigga, yo' nigga you need to get rid of him
feat. Royce Da 5'9 & Chino XL
[Intro]
Yeah
Sway and Tech nigga
My name is 5'9
Y'all been in the game for a minute
Shout out to GangStarr
What up
that cost me more than I think
I’m dreaming of a day when every decision is made well
Resting in armor, I
When I was only 19 I know my mind was no older
that cost me more than I think
I'm dreaming of a day when every decision is made well
Resting in armor, I
When I was only 19 I know my mind was no older
of you niggas be trippin'
My nigga what is you sippin'
That shit gon' fuck up your kidneys
Pop a pint and I come to my senses
Rich trappers trap in
can’t afford it
Growing up I ain’t have a lot of choices
My mama dropped me off on Moreland
She a vulture, it was better man, it was torture
If you
choice
And all my niggas is locked in
Got it tatted to my soul
Epic's world we represent
Never fold under pressure
RNO like we the mafia
Mob ties
Soul ties
dope boys (Dope boys)
Baptized by the dope boys, ordained by the assholes
My salvation is the cash flow
Whoa, oh
I'm walking on air
I'm talking big
dope boys (Dope boys)
Baptized by the dope boys, ordained by the assholes
My salvation is the cash flow
Whoa, oh
I'm walking on air
I'm talking big
your nigga still drink Pinnacle
Bitch, your taste is pitiful
I talk cash shit, you ain't cash shit, call up Baby Choppa, Cash Kidd, and spend my cash,
We the Best Music (yeah)
Another one (see what can happen when we all get together?)
DJ Khaled (yeah)
I swear this is my year (yeah)
I like
gaps just sped by as I recovered. I remembered my open days. after the fact and between bird and along the window of the train, irrupted always
choice is yours, you can let it pass
Or take part, regardless, this is where it starts (yeah)
Before hitting my bed, after driving from Tullamarine
Yo, word up
I'm bout to rep my motherfuckin hood
This is my hood, nigga
It's laundry mat track, keep the loot in Iraq
Iraq, see the world, the world
fucking get a birth control pill
Cause no one right now is having my own kid
Most of these niggas they working real hard
Tryna be rich and young at the same
Real big steps how I walk it out/ The man with the tats how Im talked about
Never know my name just what Im bout/ Aint lost in the mix in a dirty route
[T.I.]
hey wut it is pimpin, Slim Thug n T.I.P. doing it B.I.G wit B.I.G (ye a ye yea..) yall understand wut im sayin (heyy..) PSC pimpin, yall
Candy on the car, nigga pop my trunk they have no
Choice but to watch the neon lights with my name lit
Pimp a ho, stack the dough, yeah I'm on that same
it's still the same
I got a choppa in the kitchen, Betty Croc is the name (Yup!)
I needs my big County in big booty ho' she pretty
Let her push
the bills Cause every single verse I drop rides like wheels I'm on the road to glory never minding detours Music is my meal ticket, what could be yours I
Messin' Around on Da Bayou
aka Messin' Round in Da Moonlight
Music & Lyrics by Joyce A. Huston, Zalma Lipsky
Published by Lady J Huston Music
New
and knocked
My crack quickly disappeared one rock by rock
I had a couple more to go but oh no
Here comes the big ho bustin down the do'
So I kicked out
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for
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