Lyrics:
rough brother,
Word to my grandmother.
I buck you in the head just to let ya know.
Stick you for ya dough, spit on the flo',
Drag it out of ya, bring
or do ya
Draw the line just give them a taste 'cause I
Know it's never gonna end
If it happens again I'm goin' straight for the throat
Another note
or do ya
Draw the line just give them a taste 'cause I
Know it's never gonna end
If it happens again I'm goin' straight for the throat
Another note
Stick up kids is out to tax
Stick up kids is out to tax
Stick up kids is out to tax
And this is how the story goes
Brothers are amused by
bonkers
Gotta get a mil
Just to have average portions
Five fingers gonna collect seven figures nigga
Go figure
(Ha, what, yo)
You know me
Five fingers
just on another level
You don't know, this my inception
And I'll stick it out 'till my decimation
Thinkin' I'ma introduce myself
But nah, you all gon'
Check
It's Dirty Devils and Edward Scissors
Like an equation, it figures
We're off the scale, but not sheddin' our skins like lizards
Too cold
you by surprise because we switching up the lines
Stay true to you and invest in what you're into
Five figures hit
That's another goal ticked off my
place
Just to figure shit out
Ways to make it better
For my kids and my spouse
Take them to them days
Where money is not a problem
That they never need
need lipo (Gang gang)
Why they struggle now we nice though
My figures need lipo
You just victim rapper you just a cameo
You getting money from shaking
being led to the captain's office
I was still just trying to figure out what I
Was about to go through i got lost in
The thought of how each step that I
niggas
That you knew from back when, when you was clocking minor figures
Now they heard you're blowing up like nitro
And they wanna stick the knife
niggas
That you knew from back when, when you was clocking minor figures
Now they heard you're blowing up like nitro
And they wanna stick the knife
figures, orgasms and Hilfigers
Reality set in, some dreams no longer linger
And we found out what it all meant to be just another nigga
Not trying to duck
go
Two people gotta stick together
And love one another, save it for a rainy day
Some people gotta stay whatever
And give one another shelter
briefly /can figure my prophecy, to carry ,this yoke as I provoked all the pious one's /banded liberty rob us from our family made my essence abandoned by
playing by my own rules
Nigga I'm a rebel
Yeah
I'm bout to take it up another level
Never settle
Gotta dream big
Cuz I'm from the ghetto
Yeah
I'm bout
hands
Just did a stick-up, just got picked up
One dead punk, killed by the man
New York New York big city of dreams
And everything in New York
fucking but
You know that I'm bluffing
Listen for a minute baby let
Me tell you something
Let's take it slowly bit by bit
Just get to know me bit by bit
I
hands
Just did a stick-up, just got picked up
One dead punk, killed by the man
New York New York big city of dreams
And everything in New York
You chase your dreams on the boulevard
They say, don't go chasing waterfalls, Just stick to the pools that you swimming it
Gettin' money, bankroll,
why'all we mash for our dreams
Who the fuck can stop me when I mash for my dreams
Mash for your dreams, nigga mash for your dreams
Ah, Hell
Another
between walking away or trapped in our dreams yeah
We had to let it go
I'm just tryna figure it out, figure it out
I'm just tryna figure it out by myself
Nigga, how the fuck did you figure
You can Interfere with the music so potent
That I need to just go for a moment
Before I moved on.
Then I heard two songs
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