Lyrics:
by child
Hip-hop is being moved on a one-way course
Up and being led by an unseen force
You try to hold it down, won't be no good
The more it gets
can't get me no rich girl
Say anytime you ready we go cross that bridge
Man ah cool, man ah simple
Me have five cent, ten cent me na have no dollar,
G-Unit man, G-Unit video games
G-Unit everything man
When, every magazine stand you walk
By you're gonna see me
Every time you turn on your TV, you
cherry)
Yeah call me Hot Rod, get on my level
I get the fame, you a stunt double
I get the fame, you are the rubble
Life is a game and the game's called
to treat you poorly
Talkin bout the shit that's on you
Never what's in you, affordin'
Me to cut niggas off
Since 6th grade
No switch blade
My disdain
or embraces God
Or settles down with a family
It's going off
Now you quickly got me losing cents
All this talk of what you meant
Shit's not making sense
You
them plaques, you ain't surprised
I work hard, then put on for my guys
Them Rolex diamonds on the jet
You see how time flies
I'm young Wiz, they know me
Cuz nothing's gonna shine enough
To guide 'em to me
So you think I'd learn the lesson (not a cent to my name nor a chance for the fame)
You get
diamonds in silver
Or this platinum? You acting
Stacking, style sweet
Me? I'm on Canal Street wit wild heat
Tryin' to make my child eat
Poke and Tone
make you mine, you my baby
Every time you hit my line, it's amazing
Every time you passing by, heart is racing
I'm your hostage, girl you got me
Less than 5 grand I make yearly
And a dollar from iTunes I make, barely
Only 30 thousand plays on Spotify, equals 75 cents
Not even a dollar, God, that
job It's not too hard
3- |6-
But when I go home
|2-7 |2-7b5/b6 |
And I'm all alone (and I'm by myself babe you heard me)
1 |5/7 |
You know you're my
water plants across Europe and right here in the
UK by direct marketing.
Drip, drip, drip.
Ok, on the elective side: fear, fear.
You make her brush her
saying?
Pre verse (me) - Now what you about to experience is...This is... this is Poetics 5...
Verse 1
I said too many times I've been
Lost
Within my
First off, I gotta tell Draymond you a bitch
This nigga Klay just had five bro I'm fuckin
Pissed
Please give me curry back cause he do not
Miss
Sell
But now if you'd come
I'd welcome anything
From the five and ten cent store,
You used to call me the top
You put me up on a throne
You let me
cents
Member I ain’t have no friends
Now just want to be friends
Laughing to the bank ha x5
Melo do ya thang ya x5
You can’t have thang nah x5
You can’t
Think it a big joke?
They make a lotta presumptions based on some nonsense
Yeah mon, ya don't know me
Ya don't know me, think you know me, ya don't
(It's 5 o'clock in the morning)
You ain't got to remind me
She already said if I don't come home on time she might go crazy
And she'll be waiting on me
to being a boss
And you won’t get tired of seeing me ball
Like LeBron tomahawks
Working all day I don’t wanna eat
Creating dope quotes
Then I listen
Don't fuck with the fleas
Beam me up when I touch down in the V
Steaming up vents let it roll down with ease
Cant get back into that shit
Bitch are you
and Meth
Rollin' up a fat, when you smoke a cassette
Or CDs, we bees the ones with the Ouija's
Spread it on the arm, come on believe me
Look who it is,
and Meth
Rollin' up a fat, when you smoke a cassette
Or CDs, we bees the ones with the Ouija's
Spread it on the arm, come on believe me
Look who it is,
taxin' em'
Early on, "you gotta get a job" their parents said
So the president can charge you gallons up to your last cent
Come up and get yourself some
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