Lyrics:
said it by mistake
My t-shirts make more money than your mixtape
I tell a boy Boy Better
Know it’s money making season
I book a flight to New York for no
I've been waiting
Mix 'n' match and rearranging
You might be my Mr. Right
You and I been friends forever
Now the thought that you will never be my,
Be my
main
$hort Dawg, I don't know why you tryin' to leave this game
State to state, plenty hoes and plenty money to make
Writing raps, makin' more than
never wait for More
Now it's fuckin' do or die and it's time to ensure
I find myself in line for the light, no longer fight for More
I like what I been
the morgue
Me, I'ma hustle until it's the Forbes
I swore, it was no more than a chore
The house by the water, condo by the shore
I'm sure, I'm all about that
the street, now a nigga really married to this shit
I was broke than a bitch, now I'm havin' all this grip
Need blue cheese salad, nothin' added to the mix
taller than a dresser
Oop, I just fucked your bitch, the cat was crazier than Cheshire
Two times in your city, two times coming to your sector
I can never
our heads (for sure that)
Seventy percent of my niggas gotta sleep on mats
We can't talk for more than fifteen minutes 'less they call me back
Gotta
Is now a bit of a downer now with hate in the mix
I hate the physical betterness you possess
And the shameless benefits, I digress
The times the crimes
somethin hit me
When it's poppin I breeze quickly
To ya door step if ya coppin at least 50
Never mix my feelings wit my dealings
I'm house shoppin' for wood
is by the horns
A mixture of Whitey Ford and Mighty Thor
I everlast, pen is mightier than sword
Finish writin', then record, replenish, keep writin'
Only bull you should take is by the horns
A mixture of Whitey Ford and Mighty Thor
I everlast, pen is mightier than sword
Finish writin', then record,
makin more than them niggaz movin weight
The game been good to me, and I know that muhfucka bless you
Thanks for passin game, now let's get out here
niggas
To the Eight One Five
They was sleeping on me now they think it happened overnight go figure
Seven Seven Nine
Mix the flexing with the grind, how it
On the beat, im never missing
You niggas stay acting faker than OJ Simpson
Yo who the fuck you talking to
Who you think you dissing
Thats why you feed of others
Love you more than another...
Wouldn't have it any other way
Gotta get the piece of the pie
Gotta share the slice with my brothers
Though we don't see
mum's house, now, they're invadin' my business
While I'm still gettin' chased by these dirty little girls that never had a job
And think they're worth
Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A, the N-O-V-A,
And the rest is F-L-Y,
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix,
And these reasons I'll tell you
under the rug
I'd rather be alone by myself
Than be with somebody else
The worst kind of hurt is knowing you're never heard
So now I'll scream it out
intellect
I had already been practicing my craft for more than a decade by That point
The coward even uttered a faggot in my direction as Prissy and I Left,
infidel
Thought I was a joke, so I jumped right in
Surrounded by the plastic sea, and jellyfish
With only myself for company
I made some more songs to feel
more famous
Yeh this are the things that I remember happening
The highlights
According to my brain
Click start record
Alarm, it's 1:49 right now
Record
we come from
You know what im sayin
These motherfuckers ain't come up how we came up
Ay yo, Ay yo
Now who that still writin rhymes
No he's never
On a path to be the greatest
I can't let these niggas take it
Ima titan to these teens
I want more than fancy things
Like a queen that treat her king
Now we
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