Lyrics:
and a Newport
I put my money where my mouth is
Number one anywhere the south is
Rich niggas, you can tell by the outfits
High tops, Versace, I'm on that boss shit
by the yeah(Yeah)
Fuck that nigga, I said what I said(I said what I said)
And where he sleep gon' be his deathbed(His deathbed)
I don't wanna talk, I
twenty bucks
God nailed my pride to a crucifix
Thats why I'd rather be humbled poor than troubled rich
I used to get so pummeled and crumble
Under pressure
a disgrace
The rich and poor divide
We're fighting with ourselves, but destroy the world!
By our own hands we're forsaken
Fuck humanity
And we'll suffer
You laughed off my affections while
I passed by your direction
should have known from your walk, yeah
It was the end of you
It's not like I
Nasty Nas is a rebel to America
Police murderer, I'm causing hysteria
My troops roll up with a strange force
I was trapped in a cage and let out by
If my niggas don't fuck wit' you, I don't fuck wit' you
That's just a code in my hood, don't let these guns hit you
Be a man of your word, don't
on the Q-train home
Satisfied, she learned the words to my thug song
See we one big borough of Dons with firearms
And we never use those, til the man act
a lil sage
As a black man by now we should know not to ride with expired tags
Opening new cases and ain't close the last
You can call this one my Hurrian
fame and the versi's
I'm just tryin to get rich
We lost fly and got flyier
Spent cash all week
Polo White T and my Christian Dior jeans
Those jordan's
sick of you bein' rich and you still mad, let's talk about it
Both of us single dads from the Midwest, we can talk about it
Or we could get gully, I'll
frozen like my pinky rang
Silent in the cut, plottin' moves, I always coordinate
Loss for words, at a loss for words
Money in the wall, clean it up like
Ha ha ha ay!
Watch the throne, watch the throne
'Cause I’m coming for it
New alert, new alert
I’m a trending topic
What’s the word, what’s the word
at the park drinkin' 40's last week
Did a drive-by on some niggas in a Jeep
He shot up Heroin and P.C.P.
Some niggas from a clique called L.S.D.
These
Stay strapped with the word I ain't poppin off them berettas
Shine a light to the gangsters and them big money getters
Let the living word hit your soul
for? What you die for? Bounce!
I got some bitches that'll ride for me, die for me (Whomp!Whomp!)
Cornbread by the ki, the language when you call
Really don't mind if you sit this one out
My word's but a whisper your deafness a shout
I may make you feel but I can't make you think
Your
of them
Built to last I'm one of them
She let me slash I'm one of them
Now he big mad I'm one of them
One of them ones
I can no longer do features with
The Other Shit
You Was Side By Side When I Was Sick
Early In The Mornin' Cookin' Eggs And Grits
You's Was The First One Up
You's Was The Last
and your mind
Your mind, your mind
If there is a God you'll look and you'll find
You will find
(Praise KOD)
LAJFA! Last words spoken by my mom
Heaven
and your mind
Your mind, your mind
If there is a God you'll look and you'll find
You will find
(Praise KOD)
LAJFA! Last words spoken by my mom
Heaven
me
Seeing all the signs, stop me
The big fish, He done caught me
In the belly like Jonah
Trusting my higher self, weed aroma
Shake n bakin like my last
me
Was feeling like you using me
See you go by what you hear not see
Don’t act like you been here for me
Mk, Now thruthfully, when’s the last time
We took plenty risk
Gambles with my life that's what it is yeah
You going live broke or die rich
Build this from the ground brick by brick huh
I'm
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