Lyrics:
that my family until I'm filthy rich
And got a tv series just like 50 Cent
Then I pull the top up off that '66
Chevrolet
Hear them niggas say
Man this
the way I created fame out of folklore
And got bigger than Tom Hanks when he was playing by the Zoltar
I'm shinin' my light with the passion of Christ,
a monster in the mosh pit
Or a mobster, I'm a goblin
All around me all I see is problems
Feels like I'm falling backwards in my coffin I'm lost man
I'm
Not in my hands
I'll be with the man
So while I'm here I give love to him
At times I'm by myself
He my only friend
And he never left
So Where I do begin
Imagine seeing a well educated black man
In a white man's all white suit, Tom Ford that is
D.C. where that go-go at?
Please join with me brothers
where I'm like fuck this college degree
What it gonna do for me
I'll probably end up working a job I could've gotten just with a GED
Spoiled rotten by my
Took mans wig, even felt his bones
I had to run them down, no creases on my air force cah i bun them both
Burn them both
Im so glad that i took they
Buck, Steele, and Tek do
(F you!) Step to Rock man, listen you'll get lifted
Like my toilet seat when I'm pissin
[Starang]
You know that's why I blow wit
so I'm glad to be grown
But yo', where were these freaks when I had no jeeps
Livin on 34th street and we ain't have no heat
'Cross from
Hey, I'm just a youngin from Del Amo
(Lil' homie from the hood)
Yeah, with a belt by Ferragamo
(Yeah, bitch, I look good)
Hey, just doing want I
Cause she wouldn't give a guy like me no rap
She was walking down the street so I said "Hello
I'm Kangol from UTFO." And she said "So?"
And I said
(Cook that shit up, Quay)
Every nigga in your clique, yeah, they gon' feel me (Ayy)
D up
It's fourth quarter, I'm down by two
First 500 bands,
Hello moms and dads hey hi how ya doing
You know I'm glad you called by the way how's the children
Kitchen bathroom laundry walls flooring
pillow recognize her perfume
Tell her man, "Relax," she'll make it home by curfew (haha)
Tom Ford cologne (oh), I look like I'm on (ay)
Playboy Mansion,
work
She know your a worker yeah you a rat you be informing
Pushing that loud just like a Harley
High as bob Marley 504 boi
I'm from New Orleans
on you look like voss (Voss)
I’m glad our roads have crossed
I hate to admit it
I’m in my feelings and it’s all you’re fault (Oh yeah)
Go get ya check
all the wrong places
Not gon lie my old life was a tragedy
I'm glad He grabbed me
Lost a lot a friends ever since then
Hope they not mad at me
Had
You cocked back
You thought you had it planned
You thought you had your man
He saw you coming, he ran when you tried to blast that man
You missed him
Johnny's in the basement mixing up the medicine
I'm on the pavement thinking about the government
The man in the trench coat, badge out, laid off,
Johnny's in the basement mixing up the medicine
I'm on the pavement thinking about the government
The man in the trench coat, badge out, laid off,
anyways, fuck it, what's been up? Man how's your daughter?
My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm 'bout to be a father
If I have a daughter, guess what I'm a call
dude
Who transforms to a gay Tom Cruise
And that's controlled by the same black dude
I'm in love with Yo Gotti
And these guys that are in my room
how I'm fadin' you vocally
Your mouth's not openin' man you just not knowin' damn
These niggas got me fucked up aw what up Abstract Rude
Rap dude
out the way, JK only love me
Took a L when I had them feelings
Man I'm sick of this scheme now I'm gettin' rid it
Read my chronicles like Riddick
Catch
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