Lyrics:
My raps is better than yours
My plaques is better than yours
My tracks is better than yours
You can have one but I have to charge
We can start
wood
Damn Goodz, you thought I couldn't
But I can Goodz
The can' Goodz will turn you
To a vegetable: canned goods
I'm 5001-0 so nobody won
More battles
stopping that
And I'm blowing Dro shit I got the finest gas
And you know I got the flows ain't nobody topping that
Yeah she love the price tags price tags
repulsive when you're drunk
Strapped to my chest just know I'm holding an explosive
Prone to self destruct
They hate us but then quote us
They say we making
're in bed by seven
But your light's on past eleven
Well, that ain't nobody's business but my own
Now you ain't so smart and you ain't good lookin'
thing you will learn:
For everything the north-a gives, it exacts a price in return."
They worked side by side in the orchards from morning till the day
Nobody’s perfect
But you’re here next to me
I think this meant to be
Think this our destiny
U-N-I-Q-U-E
Yeah that’s you
And that’s me
We’ve been blessings
my clothes is pricey
In Louis Vuittons, no Nike's
I'm Nino Brown, you Ice-T
Snitchin' equals dead bodies
(Snitchin' equals dead bodies)
Nigga
it is
I wish it was all fun and games
But the price of fame is high
And some can't pay to play
Trapped in what you rapping about
Tell me what happened
Yeah it's pretty cool
Alright but that was hot
But when you go from that to lyin'
'bout been sponsored by a condom packet
It's safe to say your career's
these Goddamn chains on
You think?
(Goddamn, BJ with another one)
Thirteen hoes like Steve Nash
Louis V duffel, keep the racks in the bag
I'm tryna
And everybody's from here
But nobody lives here
65,000 residents
But we're well known
You can call it East Boogie
But we just call it home
From Miles Davis
rob by myself
Se opp, hot pot, then, I step
Bet you been miserable since I left
No, no, you can't have my wealth
Louis V, all-white belt
I snatch
nobody
What up? What up? You ain't fazin' me
You know pussy run the show, VIP
I's a pretty young thing, call it P-Y-T
Got these bitches all mad,
the dirt is the wrong way to fame
Clean right correct is the way Loui came
Would sleep on himself
But awake is the way he became
I see my potential you see
wings
But on earth she walks strong while having Louis Vuitton dreams
She gonna get it, cant stop her, no matter who they might be
Okay you get it, she
attached to the door
But you did it all
It's nobody's fault
It's the price we pay
For the best of days
It's the best of days
Maybe it's lost in a capsule
This is the final boarding call for flight 1259
Departing from Los Angeles final destination to St. Louis
Thank you
Damn G the spot's
sight tonight
but if your payin the price
your checkin it twice
you say it ain't my life
it don't really mean shit
but if you think for a minute
then it
the lap
And if its slow in the ass back to the rope and the mask
Man we got that white girl
And wigga talk bout uh price to make it right for you
the decibels but you can’t hear
Cause you rather have the jezebels in yo ears
All my bars tough and they tight like a dyke
Yeah it’s tight like a dyke
And my
Nobody's Girl
Nobody's
Nobody's
Nobody's
Life has really tried me with many hardships but I will be alright
People can come and go everyday
But I'm not
I'm only hearing the words
That you left me with on that day, on that day
'Cause I don't really care for
No, I don't really care for, nobody but
when we arrive (Doo doo doo doo)
Heard he was talkin'
But he never jumped out the stu'
(He never jumped out the stu')
Think that it's sweet 'til I pull
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