Lyrics:
This is a public service announcement
Brought to you by the good people over at Dreamville Records
"And so my fellow Americans
Ask not what your
along on tour
Just to have a good time
Or paying Calamity Jane five-thousand
Dollars to be heckled
By twenty thousand macho boys in Argentina
Or asking my
greens
Got to step yo game up
Cause there ain't no in between
You either broke or your rich
What's your choice
These busters too wack to be making all this
I'm always true to you, darlin' in my way
I've been asked to have a meal
By a big tycoon in steel
If the meal includes a deal, accept I may
But
I'm always true to you, darlin' in my way
I've been asked to have a meal
By a big tycoon in steel
If the meal includes a deal, accept I may
But
hurt
My pockets is hefty
My shooters by me and you know they ready
Yo bitch wanna fuck and I know she gon let me
I keep it cool, lil nigga, no yeti
He
a savage not by choice, don’t let your hopes down
When they violate, I slide, ain’t no peace route
This a menace to society with three counts
Nobody’s round
this rhyme
Then bring your big bad ass to California
'Cause we ain't hard to find
Influenced by crime, addicted to grindin'
Where I can pile up my
this rhyme
Then bring your big bad ass to California
'Cause we ain't hard to find
Influenced by crime, addicted to grindin'
Where I can pile up my
so great?
Is there anyone who will say, "This is God's country?"
Calling the new Americans, ready to make a stand
Ready to take back the land
Gucci
For me and my bitch
It's a his and hers
Brodie said he funna get rich
I asked him what's the word
Niggas only talk big and bad
When they on the bird
flockin' just like seagulls? (eh)
Twistin' me up like licorice
Think I need someone who can handle it
Ice on my boys and my wrist is fixed
I don't need
stoped by occasions i bend rules
Foreva fly im on a mission i got tools
Live by my choices my voices my own rules
Got my courtessy up man im not rude
stoped by occasions i bend rules
Foreva fly im on a mission i got tools
Live by my choices my voices my own rules
Got my courtessy up man im not rude
They telling me be humble but they know I'm cocky
Let me feel myself, yeah, daddy know I'm cocky
Ah, my wrist is rocky, come try and stop me
He
citizen
A never ending race I don't know where the finish is
I was born into this mess I had no choice
You can take away all of my rights but not this damn
"Yo, got that five-O double up, nigga"
Yeah, high rollin', big money I'm foldin'
Bitch on my tip for the dick I'm holdin'
Strung strawberry jocking me
get
Anything that you want bitch
No card game better go fish
No procrastinating my cash is waiting
I’m calculating every dime hoe
Ima get the bucks I
going on
Make it look like a lotta stealing going on
Boy them cops is killas in my home
Nigga shot dead in the middle of the street
I ain't no thief, I'm
shit
We on some big shit
We on some big shit
We on some big shit
They on some kid shit
Ya on that kid shit
Sipping out of baby bottle
On my boss tip
touched
But uhh, my style of dunn is too quick to bust
And too swift to just, talkin' angles to
Let me straighten that shit out for you, peep it
I'm
the spot, so it's cameras in here
Ugly hoes is hatin', I can tell by the glare
The way you talkin' shit, I can tell them veneers
I want my bills paid
and I carried a big knife"
Every day is a chase, every day is a race
And every day you're being overpowered by my bass
Too much juice to be a deuce,
trust 'em
I got rich but I'm still hustlin'
I run full speed to that cash
I can feel the shit in my calf muscle
Reminiscin' back when I ain't have
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