Lyrics:
rich, homie we gettin' by
Feel me
Style on them niggas like my surname
Hit your girl, left her there, never knew her name
Rappers basketball, I'm
stopping us, oh no, we destined
And everybody 'round you is so basic
I'm never rockin' white, I'm like a racist
I don't drink my liquor with a chase in
All this paper like I robbed a bank
Get rich nigga fuck fame
All white when I switch lanes
Can't feel a way like novocaine
This is all that I know
artist
Line a nigga up, but they are not no barbers
The black man don't want to see
The black man having chicken
The woman is influenced by the gram
So she
do it
'Cause two times 222 is 444, oh man, I knew it
I was bound to cut my math class, I just couldn't get into it
It's a big club, we're dancing
truly hurt
Certain choices were made and Separation was a Created construct
When the truth is, separation is an illusion
It is simply Not true
I don't
switches? (How?)
I'm not bothered by the internet chatter (no)
I'ma make the haters get madder (get mad)
Lately my pockets gettin' fatter and fatter
the lies in they lines
What lines in they eyes is fear
You hear? A coward cries when he dies
I was down now I'm up
They surprised by my rise
I've been out,
thriller
I'm the real McCoy my name is James
Call me J 'cause that's what I like
Bite this rhyme and I'll bust ya
In the head with the mic
The smartest
tryin' to hear shit, I'm supposed to be rich
Mu'fuckers gettin' with my bread
Then I'm gon' load my shit, then count my shit
Nigga trip, I'll go for
done passed a few
And my worst choice is gettin' attached to you
You make me feel so nice (so nice, uh)
Only with you by my side (Tunechi, side,
But I'm down by law and I know my way around
Too much, too many people, too much (aha-ha)
Too much, too many people, too much, Raaah!
A castle
I use that
Machete to Butch Cassidy by the way
His two faggot ass sons' names
Is Shane and Cassidy bang! That's blasphemy
That's the main catastrophe
calls[02:45.07]Jim Joyce robbery[02:46.41]This is my life man[02:47.99]I wouldn't mess with yours[02:49.46]I got my son and my wife[02:50.94]I'm not upset
no one to carry me along
I enter this street no be by my choice
No be by my choice
I enter this street no be by my choice
I can never down myself
I
out shootin' dice ain't no big ass deal
I got a deal
So you know
I got money to spill
Lil' Style is my name but call me Dolla bill
Wit a whole
got my mind made I gotta be that rich motherfucker
Set it up so my grandkids don't suffer
The phat hummer
The phat drummer - what's your choice
anti-social way before I caught covid
I'm thinking about crashing out even that i'm holy
I'm talking to God like he my big homie
I'm by myself on this island
I
it, cause my shit is dis-located
You was the only one I was thinkin of
But now you got a face only your mother could love
Break it down
I can't
a big baller till made a gang kall
Now I got the mag to him give it up I want it all
I was thuggin in the party by my lone or with my dawgz
So if a nigga
But I'm down by law and I know my way around
Too much, too many people, too much (aha-ha)
Too much, too many people, too much, Raaah!
A castle
"What the fuck?"
By 9 PM I need a possible bitch at the crib (fuck)
Hop up in the sleigh with a big bag of gifts (fuck)
I don't put my time into
linen by Armani, check it
My lyrical carjack, make your brains splat
High caliber gats is all I fuck with, now peep the rough shit
in my circumference,
linen by Armani, check it
My lyrical carjack, make your brains splat
High caliber gats is all I fuck with, now peep the rough shit
in my circumference,
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