Lyrics:
to business, I ain't playin' nice, yeah
So ahead of y'all, I'm out of sight, yeah
When you poppin', they all want a slice, yeah
Greed and envy, that's a part
p's & q's
they carry banana clip and niggas will peel u for ur shoes
this is the blues but not all hill street
u can call it kill or be killed street
it’s only you bro
With more soul than handmade shoes, I got soul
My big toes, daddy might tear right through, they too big
I stay high like airplanes do,
See I was raised in a different time by some strong women with they own minds and they own grind
See my mama was a hustla
Taught me how to stack that
out
Cut you out
Even it count as sin
I find my peace tonight when i’m sleeping
*rap
I rise perfectly nice
By my parent ay
My mother told me
To always
This a XD on me, this shit looking customized (looking customized)
Took my first breath, looked down by some colored eyes
Ain't that crazy (crazy), it
know that I come out ready to dumb out
In house shoes, slippers, put it down for my n****s
And I ain't goin' front, I'm about my end, so
Holla
at 11: 00 y'all was
Leavin' 6: 00 in the mornin'
Cause them underage bitches had to be
To school by 8: 00
My belt always a lil' loose
To get a handgun
different)
For everybody but I should know
'Cause if you blink you miss the cue
Yeah, she guaranteed it
Oh, so I put on my shoes
And raced out the door
ride around, fuck waiting
Fuck em all, hoes hating
Pass by, start waving
Big stars, oasis, so crazy
Ima land on my own
Ima land on my own
Diamonds all
switch my shoes and shit like I'm from Flight Club
I got drugs, is you gon' use 'em? Bitch, I don't like nice girls
Uh, uh, go on, get bugged
Uh, they
It's 1:37 in the morning
Still haven't packed my bags
Got a flight to San Diego tomorrow
I gotta make sure I pack my Givenchy Shoes
Been booking
Yeah yeah
Could've got a, ring by, now
Mm mmm yeah, yeah, yeah
Could've got a ring by now and probably would've got nice things
But it's over now if
out gyal see me lawd jesas peas
Cah me eva stay up pon mi Q's and P's
Me have style like dem ya, melodies like these
Brik pon brik money trees like
Now we grinding hard just like we wanna do
Grinding day and night so we can kick off our shoes
And live a glamorous life look what we made it
She by catching my cruise
All she wanna do is just
Fuck with my crew
Said she Fuck with me
But she fucking my dudes
Geng geng geng
But we got ours rules
But I'm down by law and I know my way around
Too much, too many people, too much (aha-ha)
Too much, too many people, too much, Raaah!
A castle
I've ever seen in my life
(Bro you said the same thing about the last chick bro)
Who?
(The one in the blue that walked by 5 minutes ago)
Man Shut up
ain't right for me
I been showing love I'm like Cupid stay away from me
I been feeling different she like talk to me
Feeling like I'm John dis my Q
he giving niggas 2 for 10
My son need some shoes they bout to start back up for school again
Junkies at the door I opened up I’m like it’s you again
new ways
Fuck what you say
You ain't walk in my shoes you don't know me
It's a new day
Got these new ways
Fuck what you say
You ain't walk in my shoes
Time For Me
Hook
Step by step
Nigga two by two
I can’t live in another man shoes
Even if that other nigga my brother and such
I just gotta
Time For Me
Hook
Step by step
Nigga two by two
I can’t live in another man shoes
Even if that other nigga my brother and such
I just gotta
to the Feds, they ain't post that riiiggght?
I'm Eazy'E with the flame thrower
Disowned by my Mom's, a Cocaine grower
I'm on the box of Arm & Hammer though
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