Lyrics:
fool, I know money can't buy me love
But I'ma different type of nigga that make sure that you know
Instead of a rose, there's a hundred dozen of those
How many brothers fell victim to the streets?
Rest in peace, young nigga, there's a heaven for a G
Be a lie if I told you that I never thought
Fake thug, no love, you get the slug, CB4 Gusto
Your luck low, I didn't know 'til I was drunk though
You freak niggas played out, get fucked
Christian Dior
Catch a nigga ridin' by myself
Got the nine on me, I ain't really ridin' by myself
I don't need help, I count mine by myself
On a mission
niggas ferocious
Only violence and drugs, there was nothin' for us
All I had was this music, I couldn't afford to do much
'Cause I got chillin' by
I'm just crumblin' erb, I'm just crumblin' erb
So check me out, see
Once in a while when niggas be trying to test me I gets frisky
Grab a pint
niggas money's gettin' low
But could you come back though, set up shop, and get the fat glow?
Tired of y'all, mostly inspired by y'all
So what the deal
a G my nigga
But you only getting there with the weed my nigga
Disagree my nigga? Well, not with the green, my nigga
Know what I mean, my nigga
Fly
says
Neighbors seen this shit for years
Hopped out, out of range
Close up not a stain
Gut shot got him maimed
Shit bag potty trained
No time for a nigga
M-A-dollar sign-E
And if you ever out tryna find me (c'mon)
I think I should warn you (uh-huh)
I get hard when I want too
Angelettie, Bad Boy, niggas ain't
my niggas'
Let's be friends, throw your hands in the air
There's no need to front
Let's see you just throw your hands in the air
Let's be
traumatic stress disorder got me smokin' out a pound
Heard a nigga say he gon' do somethin' to me, how that sound?
Anybody get out of bounds, shots gon'
niggas no niggas thats flaw
You can be my dawg n I don't even care
If you flaw you flaw n I don't fuck wit them there
I fuck wit real ass niggas I don
Rollin with tha niggaz that pack the heat
And the sack of weed straight out of control
Test tha souls, hoes, nigga rolls, playa haters
And tha po-po
in this elevated world of mine
Lookin' for this hour glass of time
Tryna find my purpose on this grand design
Is there anybody out there living
dangerous group
Definitely in this motherfucker
Sendin' a shout-out to all the niggas out there
Yo you can get in the pick up and suck the dick up 'till
the cloud
Heard there's not enough jobs for all the men in your house
Maybe we should build a wall to keep the Mexicans out
Or maybe we should send 'em all
at times
Servin' D the dope was beatin' em down if they don't sell mine
'Cause you know that's how the fuckin' game goes
niggas gettin' beat with bats
Ay look at these niggas man, look at these niggas
Look at these motherfuckers
Motherfucking love of attention killing these motherfuckers out here
out your fake eye
Give niggas a break, nah, I gotta chase mine
Don't wear your watch around me nigga I take time
Like niggas that them blue tried
ain’t good in no hood right now (right now)
Matta fact a nigga all in yo hood right now (right now)
And we hangin out the window throwin eastside nigga
it
Up party with the yuck face
You know she ucking if she deader than me
Ima die before she get the body
Man’s stacking up Ps
Man cashing out there
Lil' nigga here but I came from a whole lot
Say I don't give a fuck, if you hatin' nigga
Hold up man, all of y'all niggas sold out
And I think it's
fool, I know money can't buy me love
But I'ma different type of nigga that make sure that you know
Instead of a rose, there's a hundred dozen of those
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