Lyrics:
yonder? go
This voyage more than once? yea twice or thrice--
As oft as needed--last, returning rich,
Become the master of a larger craft,
With fuller
twenty-five words
And uh, I couldn't do it, I wrote out five pages
And uh, I have it here
It's uh, have it by accident, actually, ha
But-but I, I-I'd like
(Any last words?) break it up
(D-roc, D-roc, D-roc)
Paper chase, money flowin'
Bad bitches, the numbers showin
Rich nigga, the water be flowin'
It's
For the last eight years rode around in a Mercedes
Lexus, trucks, drop-Vette, Caddy
Bitches don't call me by my name they call me daddy
Chorus
I'm always hearin rappers big ballin on they songs
I do that shit for real and you'll never say I'm wrong
S-500 straight sittin on twenties
TV in
I'm always hearin rappers big ballin on they songs
I do that shit for real and you'll never say I'm wrong
S-500 straight sittin on twenties
TV in
thick skulls, brick skulls
Till they meet me, I'm a brick wall
Brick house built to withstand words thrown at me by a big mouth
I don't seek revenge,
Band for band but you ain't rich enough
Big bank take little bank
Yeah I could've took yo bitch
But that lil bitch stank
23 on my back I been balling in
We been on this word search for success
We been given this one hundred and ten percent
Where there was no return
Not even a cent
It don’t make sense
No words now when we meet
Just stars in the Wraith,
We walk away with straps, like the last strangers in the street
And y'all feelings are
ain't have it all
Remember waitin' by the land-line to make a call
Had to bundle up on blankets when it came to Fall
But never did complain, 'cause we've
Last name Fifs, first name 3.
Feeling like Pac: all eyes on me.
And my tank on full, yo tank on "E."
And these words cut deep like surgery.
Way past fly
Take a shot at the Excorcist then
X em out with these words
Panoramic views be tumblin' out my mind
This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines
Big
was rich girl I'd hit em with my purse
Hit em with my purse, I hit em with my verse
Hit em with my words, and I hit em with my curse
Hit em with
the worst,
Emptied out by a single word
There is a hollow in me now
So I put my faith in something unknown
I'm living on such sweet nothing
But I'm
braided
That's the signature, for every occasion
I'm Cerdafyed, know when I say this
It's familia, like my last name and thats word
Word to my father, word
that's word to my n***a Boomz.
Word to my n***a Mike, I cop them pounds by the 2.
And word to my n***a P, f*** with me, we gon' shoot.
Uh, hol'up.
we design
My niggas might find ya
Layin' in the Tropics, big dick shit on park
They way his Khak's look, niggas on ?chocolates?
Movin' out, color
mine or how we design
My niggas might find ya
Layin' in the Tropics, big dick shit on park
They way his Khak's look, niggas on ?chocolates?
Movin'
You got a crib in the Hamptons
Rich white folks toast Dom Perignon, cus now they your neighbors (Yeah)
Stress about bills, no longer will be
gon' tear you apart
Until it does I’ll make sure
You don’t get the picture
You acting so tough for what use your big words
What kinda pop am I pouring
say any bad words (nah)
Got one, two, three in my passwords (ha)
I ain't broke, boy, yeah you got it backwards (skrrr)
How you get rich (huh)?
I
we make, take action
You the same, just as fake as the last one
Big dreams, yeah I see big things
Yeah, I hate my own picture til it's on a big screen
VW
Microbus, took shovels and rakes and implements of destruction, and headed
On toward the city dump. Well, we got there and there was a big sign
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