Lyrics:
respect when you got no dough
I don't wanna die broke
I won't die like that
I won't die like that
I don't wanna die broke
I won't die like that
I won't die
Just family bro, it's everything...
It's more than water, it's more than food...
It's more than that smoke you got right now, that drank you got
ain't got money in the bank, you're a wanker
I'm quick with the hooks like Balrog
Get the ravers jumpin' like a bullfrog
And I been doing it for more
Better made than European's robot John H. Thomas
Model seven decimal put out by Jaguar
without the automatic chemical release
emergency vomit
the judgement, him frighten and fraust.
So him commit suicide, hang himself by him locks.
Away with Christ bout they want Barabbas.
Nail him on the cross, weh him
living with
Smarter, more attractive physically, funnier, penis more than twice his size and girth
As reported
So much better at participating in sexual
more)
(Now old grey-hair granny ain't here no more)
Well, you thought grey-hair granny had an overdose
She's out there teachin those ballers how
More to the P than the Rentals were friends
But that be dated like them leaders of cheers be under beers
I've contracted calendars to number your years
I
nigga, ain't no more fun
I'll spend the block again like you thought I was done
Over, what the fuck is you sayin'?
Opps bowing down on they knees like they
Just run this shit
Im wit yo bitch she givin me dumb brain
Doggin yo bitch from the back while my nuts hang
You are a lame no you cannot hang
Boy got
everything by law
After Simons head tax came
The people had no more
Investigations started by
The justice of the peace
To knock on doors and squeeze the poor
of youth my mother took sick
And I was brought up by my brother
The iron ore poured as the years passed the door
The drag lines an' the shovels they was
of youth my mother took sick
And I was brought up by my brother
The iron ore poured as the years passed the door
The drag lines an' the shovels they was
this Wondering how I do this shit it's called practice
Riches, bitches, snitches get stitches
Imma pull up with the Glock no stick up
Drive by, you gon
to the side
Betting on a dream
By betting my reality
Begging a higher power in a plea
‘Breathes’ just fucking let me be happy
Lusting for anything
That adds
in like a sherm
I used to shy away when I could’ve learned
Young nigga with no guidance
Had to do shit by myself
Been a fuck up
Maybe can’t tell
But I
and shit, just fuck her and dip, I be doggin' shit
They like Ty, take the ski mask off, it's hot out, don't give a fuck, I rock out with the Glock out
You
caller?
I fuck that bitch until she caught me fallin'
Bitch suck my dick no more stalling
Pussy wet nigga damn near fell in
I didn't fall, but it fell like
off the chart
Lookin like angels surrounded by hearts
Hold it together don't rip it apart
Tellin' no lies would've got caught
Lookin like freaks in
ain't got money in the bank, you're a wanker
I'm quick with the hooks like Balrog
Get the ravers jumpin' like a bullfrog
And I been doing it for more
touchin' more diesel than Shaq old lady boy
You did it I done it I get I punish
The shit that I come wit'll separate a rib from a stomach
I'm the boss
Morning flight going back to Cali
Hope we go fast like we in a rally
I'm counting numbers and marking tallies
I'm a cool cat like Thomas O' Malley
blitz town, and if some boy a come
When we spit rounds on your town, then you run silly
Bluck papa, done doggin' top shotta
In love with fame
to robbing someone's belongings
Have ya cats be running outchea, watch ya doggin' the bone
Hop up onto the phone, I lock my thoughts in a poem
Cop a jet I'm
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