Lyrics:
It feel like the matrix,when I’m in the hood you know
it’s Benzo Rakotz Slime my name now, I know how this shit can get
Somedays the feeling like,nun
mornin? and got a 74
I'm tryin? to stay hood but I ain't tryin? to die here
I need to be able to spend money without fear
The kinda money I can ball for da
them lonesome boxcars roll
There's some big ol' Buicks at the Baptist church
Caddilacs at the Church of Christ
I parked my camel by an ol' haystack
them lonesome boxcars roll
There's some big ol' Buicks at the Baptist church
Caddilacs at the Church of Christ
I parked my camel by an ol' haystack
roll/ Hop up in the whip and let's go (Let's go)
How we living, we gotta be on their mind/ Time to get it, we got it so we gon ride
cnd (Iiiiiiiiiii;
Revolutionary hoe I'm steady trending
Everybody see my money so they worried
How I'm spending
Ima player nigga, hit it then I quit
Chasin money
home, so what's poppin'? (what?)
She wanna roll through my hood, in the whip I'm in
Think I'ma let her
Take her to Blue Flame, let her show me
hopeloze gunnen
De meeste aan de top
Willen alles voor hunzelf
Waar the fuck is Robin Hood
Aan het rijden door je buurt
In een Waardetransport
Geef je money
Tuesday I blew some money (One)
Wednesday I patterned up pops
I'm feeling like I'm blessed by God and mumsy (one)
Shutdown my show on a Thursday
a wife
And end up paying for the rest of their life
Sonny watch your money cause now baby you're in rock 'n' roll
Sonny watch your money cause now
told her come on
She just wanna roll, roll in my ride
Know she gotta give me head
Don't fuck 'round with these niggas
Go home and take my meds (take
You're serving under you heard
Who could never be hurt or murdered by
None got fucking murdered by nuns
Upon a time Rob of Locksley ventured to my
Hood
come I gotta get mine
'Cause money is all that matters at the present time
Fuck the war in Iraq
Our was to survives right here in the hood
In the New
how a nigga had to start off
(Back gate)
Pumpin' like a mothafucka
(Back gate)
Jumpin' like a mothafucka
(Back gate)
Gettin' money like
that shit up, moving stickin'
By my money need my chicken, get your nigga out his pension
Shit is wicked, bitch, I need it
I can't fuck with bottom
by the consequence
Drop to the beat like i’m Yeezus
Won't waste my time or my money
Forever I’m King and my bitch she be Queen
And she know I got D for
Ay, mil, crank up da dunk!
Nigga crank up da dank turn up the funk
Nigga lift up the trunk pull out the chomp
Nigga roll up the funk
Nigga blow out
facts at, nigga
But you come in half-assed, I'mma max that nigga
Catch is ass in my hood, I'mma tax that nigga
If he run, give you ten if you catch
sure they see you when you roll
Hop out that truck all ready fucked up
Tore up from the motherfucking floor up
From the floor up, to the ceiling
Smoke
Oh yeah
uh
Hood Fave (yeah, blicky, blicky, blicky)
(OG Parker)
Roll the gas, bro what's up wit' it? (Gas, gas)
Shorty super bad and that ass
Sopranos (mob)
All of my niggas bossin', nothin' below (nothin' below)
Millionaire still in the hood shootin' cee-lo
Certified stepper, you can bet on me
in my feelings
Codeine got me in my feelings
I'm high now
Gotta go, gotta roll by the projects
Drop the pack, feed the hood, livin' lawless
Tax
get money instead (Joyner)
Word to my folks, we used to be close, so now I'm just stuck in my head (yeah)
I wanted a rose, but I like to ghost if I'm
Money, I'm paid (blast off on these niggas)
I got money on the drank
And half on the dank
(The greatest DJ in the world, east side)
Yeah, thank god
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