Lyrics:
on Fairfax and eat breakfast at Jacks
Yeah
To me, it's the Westside over everything
I'm up at six in the morning like Ice T
Counting cash, living fast
Ski
Express preschool me
My first recollection of the post office be
The mailman bringing
Them Christmas catalogs
And up through the years they were always
deuce up the score, bitch that's for gangnem
We don't do no drive-bys, hop out, switchy on me, change 'em
R.I.P. Jmoney, nigga, I can't fuck the same
Doin 50 in a 45, through the eastside in route to uptown, like a 15 min drive
Exchanging love taps while the bro got them laughing
Makin' them feel
Honestly, Go no property
That's a problem for someone dumb enough watch ya company
Fucking me don't mean loving me, Fuck it!
I don't want no bun in
on the shelf
Since starting me DB day ones
I like my bitches when they tie buns
Don't love these niggas you my stepsons, yeah
I bought a foreign but can't
Peep me if you like smoke
You wanna fight loc?
You walkin' a tight rope
You get cut like coke
Someone's lust, is someone's win
Love consumption, opposite
the hoes say must it pound
I'm the man across the land, pay my bills by the grand
Hoes rush me, tryin to touch me, got top notch fans
Now the struggle is
Parents couldn't afford 'em
School was borin, started hustlin
Runnin with them wild niggas that
Was scorin on Fordham these fifty bags
Give me a hundred for
知らねぇ 場所で 知らねぇ 奴と
知ってる音で 響きあった週末を...
忘れはしない My hometown R50
この音 もっと 外 飛ばそう
遠州遠江から 吹かれ 揺られ
踏まれ 揉まれ Fly me up 発芽
出会いに感謝, peace!
We Do it like this 新たに
my sister had a nursery rhyme
set of figurines
she'd often let me play with them, i'd
set 'em up in different scenes
fifty plastic army men, led
offender
No surrender, down
Wherever we don't surrender no charity
Orchestrating me and a nigga off sales
Vinyl, satisfaction guaranteed
'Jo Goodie stampede
around
I need a phone call
I need a raincoat
I need a big love
I need a phone call
These train conversations are passing me by
And I don't have nothing
my sister had a nursery rhyme
set of figurines
she'd often let me play with them, i'd
set 'em up in different scenes
fifty plastic army men, led
equipped with/
Should I quit with the quick shit or pitch shift a negative 50% in an effort to get rich/
Or stick with the swiftness for the niggas that
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