Lyrics:
know?
They, they talking that, that gangsta shit
They ain't about that man, matter of fact
Hand me my strap, show me where they at
I'll stop 'em from
Cut to a slightly blurred black and white photo of a
Housewife with her face blotted out by a black oblong.
Presenter Hello, Mrs Teal!
Cut back
love me 'cause I'm everything that her man not
I really got stash spots
Gang unit don't find nothin' during them CRASH stops
Still grind while the trap
MC's, like Chuck D, I Shut 'Em Down
The Artical Don of hip-hop, and I won't stop
The Five-Foot Assassin has come to wreck 'nuff shop
So do like Michael
and spirit's of wine
To cure the pip-i-dy pop
Till she became a what's-the name
A travelling doctor's shop
Well she had a face which was a disgrace
To humanity
divided by two
And if I don't pull in the Benz
Then I'm-a pull up in the cool
Yeah, when even I ain't got no whip
It don't mean I can't even move
'Cause I
to do. She said, "Son, are you comin' by?" And I said, "Mom, I'm
really pushed for time, but I'll see you in a week or two."
And I was drivin'
by?"
And I said, "Mom, I'm really pushed for time
But I'll see you in a week or two"
And I was drivin' through this little town
In Georgia when I
away the key, close (shop, shop, shop)
And any trick to win you got a (lot, lot, lot)
Like I do
Girl, I'm kinda hopin'
That my pillow you'll be
we enjoyed it
Wind and rain and shine
That umbrella we employed it
By August she was mine
Every morning I would see her
Waiting at the stop
make up your mind as time passes by
There's transparency in the shape of it
They stretch it out and follow it, in our lives
Passing in my motion
I
on yo job
Still proceeding with my plot steady sinnin but I'm stuck to God
Across the globe I'll be setting up shop till I make it to the top
Livin
go shopping Every single day
At 13 I sold first g*** yeah by the Way
I'm in love with the A
Keep the haters out my f***** face
Nigga stop playing for I
Keep some killers by my side
Do this shit worldwide
Keep some killers by my side
Do this shit worldwide
I’m a lover, and a fighter
Gangsta
Ain’t take long for me to get a plan
Need a Hunnid Grand by Christmas Man
Flipping grams that came under hand
Made that somersault and thought I
Yeah
Ferno you spazzin'
Bae pick up the phone you know I'm calling
I can't help the fact I'm up you know I can't stop balling
Made it to the top I
oppinion
I'm still fighting these demons
I hated by many men
Talking bout putting a n***a on, Hol' up
He talking bout he in the streets
That fuck n***a
They all out to get me, grabbing pockets know I got Baht (Thai Currency)
Fucking up a hot pot.
Light it make it hot pot.
Habits no they can't stop. Wont
Project, I stay by the railway
I stood on the block, then I got me a spot
Now my daughter go shop for some Chanel frames
Trackin' device on the back
two years my minds not clear
I stop at Raymond's shop
It's boarded up he's gone away
The words got out and there's no doubt it came from
Raymond's
like
To turn this muh'f***er up only if it feels right
Stop all your blood claat cryin, I was flyin
Made it to school with barely 'nuff time to sign
And by the little jewelry shop we'll stop and linger
While I buy you a wedding ring for your finger
In the meantime let me tell you that I love you
Humble I’m a humble yeah
Momma use to shop at Payless
4 stripe Addidas
All we had was hand me downs
Kids use to tease us
Starving at home
credit where it’s due
Bodies stackin’ need a mop, hella dirt on my shoes
Homie why this shit don’t stop, I ain’t got a fuckin’ clue
Lord forgive me
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