Lyrics:
rude boy shit, criminology lefit
Legalize dude to get me mega-rich Selassie I
We can all get by if we unify
Gettin' chinky eye off the stimuli,
kick rocks like Vin Diesel
What I paint a little different get another easel
I'm a God bitch
At the top with the box like Rod Rich
See I'm really
a gamble
We still roll the 4-5-6 (4-5-6)
We was juggin', hittin' licks (Hittin' licks)
Youngins on the strip (Youngins)
Heard them boys, they with the shit's
we turn it up a little
Cuz you know we gotta do it and we doin it well
I'm about to explode
Heat it up a little more, beat it up a little more, boy
to get it
Just to go and get rich
That nigga was talking so crazy
So I had to throw that little boy in a ditch
Yeah I be rocking that fashion this shit
Hey I'd like to tell you a little story
About my man named dee
Yo, even from when he was little
He was like kinda on a tough tip
Doin all that stuff
DJ Stevie J (We gon' get to it nigga)
Real niggas (by any means necessary)
Rich niggas (We were born like this)
Fly shit
I be on some fly nigga
A$IA (Hook)
Nigga aint gon never be nothing in ya muh fuckin life but a fuck boy, fuck boy uhh.
Better keep ya chain tucked boy, 'round here you gon
compare wrists by the watch complication
We compare rich by who's more ostentatious
Diamonds lined up, make a star constellation
And never talk numbers
of invest in land
Or getting insurance
For my little man
Or little girl
This is hood economics
We value electronics
Instead of hook on phonics
Get an iPhone
owls
I am Iron-Man, you know who's under my cowl
Who's on shit right now should done rich by now
Nuff Gyal to pump and grind, out nuff Punks to light out
perspective
Look ni**a I don't wanna sound offensive
But lot of y'all new ass rappers keep blowing up my line and money aint the objective
Little boys acting
about him
All my Bros on slimy shit
Little nigga, trip and die by the bitch
They say that little nigga tripping
The only time I'm tripping is when I
eye
It's scary on some Malcolm X shit by any means necessary
He gonna be legendary, like Fat Cat and Rich Porter
He went and bought himself a 4-track
don't violate, bitch you know I taught you better
Take all his cash, grab on his ass, write that trick a little letter
Pimp all day I even pimp in my
to welcome y'all to where I been born,
(ey Khaled spin that up dog!)
I been raised
In the County of Dade, you know?
You got them boys that pass by in
to welcome y'all to where I been born,
(ey Khaled spin that up dog!)
I been raised
In the County of Dade, you know?
You got them boys that pass by in
was by him
Whoever said big boys don't cry was lying
Yeah, cuz' i'm the biggest here
Wish that i could shed a tear
Took a trip up to a pier
Just so that
And never again
Will I make a friend
Top tier La Brea laughing at a bitch
I wasn't bit
By the hand that feeds me
I was fucking sick
And a little bit crazy
you wish you could exterminate ‘em,
Jesus would’ve hated the way you’ve portrayed him
Love they neighbor right? Or is that only if they’re rich
between I ain't gotta say pause if you know what I mean
Them killers gon' shoot like they up in a spree and I'm here with the team and we post by The Green
curves
Some will get Rich or die tryin
but I don’t wanna die unenlightened
When I was a child I was so young
got a little older I was so sprung
now
From the back I'm lookin thickems
I don't fuck wit no rats, and yo bois is Stuart little
Get caught up by the 12,then they turning chicken little
They
Yeah, you hear that?
That's inevitability
You can't stop this shit, I'm too tapped in
Too loyal
Surrounded by a few of my niggas who did
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