Lyrics:
Chilling with Drake and Im loving the views
Got girls by the 2s
They ain’t in the pews
They on they knees keeping me amused
Man it seemed like I was dreaming
and the change
So fuck whoever in the fame, forever a man
Around my dogs, banging the pound, swanging the town
How we choose, now I'm aggravated and assault is my
indeed
And I know that
I made it
Into reality
We too lit
Numbers going crazy
Like woah
Don't give a fuck
About the next man
Big bank rolls
No cap
I'm
[Run-D.M.C.]
Inconceivable, unbelievable
Grammar like a hammer information receivable
Sent by the Lord, here and abroad
With words well adored
And by the way, you rappin' Nigga's,
I don't like you neitha'.
I mean, "either," proper gramma',
Pop a camera, man on that rap, DVD propaganda.
Yeah,
Now wanted by the IRS and we will convict them of tax evasion
I had no choice or remorse when time for puttin' it down
Niggas know the scoop is
I like soul, I like rock, but I never liked disco. We like pop, we like soul, we like rock, but we never liked disco
No never liked disco
No never
(Spoken "Aw, Mom. Not that show again! I don't want to watch that show! Can't we watch Good Times or Chico and the Man or something cool? Turn it off!)
real as lunch
No additives added all natural
And they like it rough
Who would've thought
He started this Romulus shit
But the city act like
They forgot
that make the babies (oh, yeah, baby)
And since a man can't make one
He has no right to tell a woman when and where to create one
So will the real men
Thinkin' back to when my life was most confusin'
Weaved together place to place by anime and cartoons then
Doors locked, no one home, hop the fence,
done fuck, don't give a fuck, I keep her
Baby ate the balls, baby rough on the weepers
Scratchin' like a panther, puttin' bucks on the liters
Hey
I'm down at the bottom very hard to see me here
Underground like cassava getting bigger every year
Hold my ground, road is rough, Mary's down to gimme
out, yo yo
You don't see us, but we see you
You stuck on sleep, get on your P's and Q's
'Cause you will get crept, wit' no discrept
You know
Shooters all TTG its PCP not THC they stuffing in white owls
Woods like Tiger we steam hole in one of his tees he's a DVD now
Bands like camp keep
I'm Afro with the Thunder
Samurai I kill and plunder
Get the sack
Share with the team
Gas Mean like Joe Greene
Nigga I'm a Trouble Man
I'm a Trouble
To do what I wanna do, to do it like dynamite
Then we'll perfect it when the funk been injected
I roughen up the rough draft to like make your head
snatchies
Try not smelling like that sticky
When them piggies pass me
All I need is loyalty
Don’t want no fucking love
Our motive is to get the bag
By each
Big Rough Neck respect
To all the bad boy
And all the bad boy coke-a
Jamala gonna pass you
And when he pass you
It's like a volcanic eruption
that make the babies (oh, yeah, baby)
And since a man can't make one
He has no right to tell a woman when and where to create one
So will the real men
and this shit by the boatload
All these bitches be takin' these photos
I'm like, "Oh no"
We be catchin' them players like Ocho
Yeah
They like, "Tweet Mack
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreaming (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
gon' fly
Got a little kick, but it ain't no tired
Niggas talk murder, but they ain't gon ride
Now we goin' hard like I ain't gonna die
Meek Mill!
Maybe now they feel us in this act of war
More casualties, no survivors
Any man that defy us, quickly dies, 'cause we riders
In my quest for chips
We
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