Lyrics:
conscious
Keep on talking slick
Be unconscious
On sight
Catch a case I might
Beat it just like Mike
Have you sleeping real, real tight
Colorism blurring
he swervin' by
That's your issue - God bless ya - you deserve to die
[Lil Wayne]
Look,
Which one of these niggas playin' with me?
I'ma strap up
Lil Fifth
Yea you know I cried
When I lost Lil Fifth
Yea you know I cried
I won't cry again
So I keep it on me
Get the firing
Them boys they my sons
keep a clip on my shelf
I made this beat by myself
I do this shit by myself
If I ran the world I would hop in a spaceship
Keep my lips lock bitch
it straight up out the mud (straight up out the mud, yeah)
I'm a big dawg, lil' nigga
I bet these diamonds cause a flood (yeah, M-M)
Real big
ass this clip (boom, boom)
Broad day, pipes out (pipes out)
It be bustin' on the block, so we gotta keep the pipes out (gotta keep 'em out)
Pull up
getting to it
I won't ever stop I ain't never losing
Just bop to it
If you feeling real good just bop to it
Got ya bitch by your side just bop to it
Keep
to Mac, yeah I'm smiling at the haters
Keep a big smile on my face
Even though I'm sad I'm still keeping up the pace
Really in my bag run it up every day
I
down
But I was told don't let no one get you down
And never wear a frown
It's Lil' Rob the Chicano and proud one
Competition none {beat stops}
But wait
in the tropics
And I'm a suck the p**** till she beg me to stop it
That's real; I'm a tell you how the black man feel
Pack toast but still catch him
high, it comes with the job
I used to rob to stay alive and now I'm runnin' with the mob (TRU)
And makin' dope hits after dope hits
>From
Poochie
I'ma real shooter so nigga don't try me
See your lil scat pack & turn it to Swiss Cheese
Got clientele so the juggin be busy
Run up 5 racks when I
fuck with lil shawty, ay
She a cool lil thottie, a cool lil thottie, ay
She like Youngsta and Gotti, she like Youngsta and Gotti, ay
She suckin' it
up on them jiggas, we don't know none 'bout actin' proper
Can't trust none of you rappers my lil niggas gone wanna rob ya
Can't eat on my block,
in the building and we playing for keeps
So all that lame shit y'all lil niggas can keep
I'm about it boy I'm bout mines boy
Real nigga in the flesh
not no pistol
I'm the Don, call me mista (Mista)
Getting ready to slide
How you gon' speak on some shit you ain't try?
I keep a buckshot, it pop at his
He cop an ounce and think he hard
Cause he trap for a week
Real trappers still be out here
Bussin' caps while he sleep
Them real trappers rob
So they
straight up outta college
Hit the strip club make it rain a couple dollars
Niggas mean mug I just laugh & show a couple diamonds
Im fresh lil baby u can say
the TV screens
So I can have real phone sex
Know what I mean?
[Lil' Kim](Will)
Here come the butter baby
(I bring it smooth and hot)
Here come the butter
I need it, i'ma get it
That's for real jit (Bitch)
Big shit (Big)
I'm on some big shit (yuh yuh)
Make a milli, rob your crib
Makin' money quick (Cash
I just rolled a backwood of some s**t ion know the name to
Tryna keep composure kuz a n***a on that drank too
I just realized won’t no day go by that
Torn up in my mothafuckin' right hand
I'ma 'bouta go and fuckin' rob a man
Just so I can keep my fuckin' family fed
Fuck what'cha heard this is what I
Keep yo hands in the air, 'cause we gon' take it there
And I know it ain't fair, but we just don't care
Uh-huh, uh, what
Ain't no other cats got
getting shorter and time keeps ticking
That shit was true that you heard about me
Motherfucking Mexican, motherfucker, Frank V
[Chorus x2]
[Lil' Rob]
I
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