Lyrics:
momma got fed
And now a nigga living with a dread (a dread)
My best fuckin friend, knew him since ten
Nigga fed me cream, let me whip the Benz (the
divided by the years
But I got it from here don't sweat that
Sounds bump from Marcy to LeFrak
To that project in DC where my
Man caught his death at
Over my
with another chick from my building
Kick her a** out and have breakfast like a mo' f***a'
I'm with another b**** by super
Yeah me and hate that's
are & be singin shit I ain't got the time
I'd rather bust yo'ass up with some screwed and chopped
Let me test ya jaws and let me stretch out ya cotton
[Jay-Z]
Turn the motherfucking music up
[Cam'Ron]
Just Blaze, man. You owe me nigga
[Jay-Z]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Welcome to the Empire State.
Beefing with feds keep the cuffs off my wrist
She always ghosting me, then pop back up for dick
I don't know what it is, I guess I'm the shit
Give back
*Chorus*
Now why dey wanna see me dead niggas put prices on my head now I got to
Rottwielers by my bed
*Verse 1*
Niggas afraid to see a Gambino
you can achieve, just look at me"
Against all odds
Though life is hard, we carry on
Living in the projects
Broke with no lights on
To all
shipe, go by the rule, shipe
Drop everything where you stand nigga,
Give it all up, like a man nigga
You workin with somethin, nigga bring me
Poisonous stin', which thumps up and act chumps
Rae's a heavy generator, but yo, guess who's the black Trump?
Dough be flowin' by the hours, Wu, we got
Poisonous sting, which thumps up and act chumps
Rae's a heavy generator, but, yo, guess who's the black Trump?
Dough be flowin' by the hours, Wu, we got
chose
Some Bob Marley then I plotted a scheme
To make me and Bump Knux more rich
Then I got me a team, he got 'em a team
He tryin to buy G-force
With
Out of town came back around
Fog the windows up and defrost em down
I was in the losers circle without a frown
The know I'm hot so they pat me down
never be retro like a cool kid
With only two songs
Look at what I did
Me and my nigga Wale let them suckas pass
Till we fed up and wed up,
When niggas
could shoot up everything soon as the deal is finished
Blah, blah, I got two hours to kill
We want like 5 mil in a private jet so peel
Supreme see
(You are now listening to Arabmuzik)
(Slaughterhouse!) My real name, my rap shit
No made up nigga, I'm straight up, nigga
Still in the projects
time, waitin' on letters, getting sick, I just been fed up
You'll never know who gon' ride, till you ridin' with him outside
Glock hit him in his dome
Bu
t they still love talk on my 92 guys
they can’t talk on me or the guys cah most of their guys been cheffed and
done up
*** got yinged by bro
dropping
Nobody can stop us, I was brought up in the projects
And I got, tonz of haze from uptown
We not trying to sell that shit, that's how we burn it
visions in your sleep
The Juice, Project Pat, Lil' Glock & S.O.G
Lord Infamous and Crunchy Black got them gats to your back
Another sweet robbery another
Sipped on lean now I'm feeling slumped
Sabe up dough then invest in a slug
Baby come arch ya back bruck ya back then I'll do my thing and be gone by
Going to school ain't had no lunch
I swear this shit ain't adding up
I got to get my shit together
How I'm living had me fed up
I knew that I could do
T-E-E-N! T-I-T-A-N-S
My bitch from Azarath
She curse me like my ex
Like Cyborg, waving techs
Like Robin with this mask
I'm Beastboy in the flesh
Got
life, no cap
The feds charged me for that, whole fucking case
So eat a dick, lil' nigga, don't watch my face
Ain't no pitty-pat, run up on a nigga,
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