Lyrics:
Oh, by the way, got a tip for J cole
Just shut your cake hole
Oh, hey Dolan Dark, these aren't memes
They're stolen art
You need to see a doctor,
and I chill
With the brothers sipping coffee
Too old to be listenin' into what you say so hoe get off me
You're born in this world by ya self and you
zombies
But my flow be lighting splifs
By the way I'm smoking that bomb-b!
Uncle Elroy voice
Money can get you anything you want
Without ain't a choice
If
Get a nigga dead and gone in a day
My opps out so my shooters came out to play
Big forty five and it's tucked in my waist, You ain't getting money
through 'em
They ain't gonna be stopped by some bullet proof windows, no noes
They can't be stopped they're dinosaurs
Big and mean, big and lean, they're
It is what it is
Is what it is
Is what it is
Yeah, this a big T-H-A-N-K Y-O-U ya dig
To ones who believed and the ones who never thought I would do
of livings when you're giving a lie
And you don't got to admit what you did to get by
See expectation should be raising but it's so buried in pride
And that's
an attack by an unknown enemy
Huh
Yeah
Huh
Uh
.44 bulldog, my motherfucking pet
I point it at you and tell that motherfucker, "Fetch"
I'm fuckin'
Forget you
Sprinkle me man
Uh, sprinkle me man
Ah laced up by the best, check it out,
Uh, marinatin' on the corner with a chip in his phone
You can
a big thing
so when I wake-up every morning
only thing on my mind is about me making
seven figures
then I go down on my knees begging god
he like you want
more fun, only making more sins
Wish I didn't
‘Cause the second I accepted the mental defeat
It got so dark you wouldn't believe
Scary dreams all around
it
What doesn't kill you only makes you tougher
Smarter, stronger, when life gets harder, you'll live longer, but still suffer
There's no escaping it
to the lyrics coz what I hate is you
And big woopty doo, I share my life for this music
The chapters in my life are real
Prepare to come use it, declare a young
Fiend, me, Beats By The Pound, you know that's gon' pop
Jump in the game in the walkway
With enough money to fuck with
Till ya hear that last fuckin'
Fiend, me, Beats By The Pound, you know that's gon' pop
Jump in the game in the walkway
With enough money to fuck with
Till ya hear that last fuckin'
~Static~ "Quik you're not a gangster we're not" ~Static~
Some believe in love and some believe in friends
But niggaz like me believe in
to a better chain, that Beretta sing
Shoes on the 'rari start to look like hooves
Pigs by the crib start to look like wolves
Money never change me only
the next big hit
I'm only fucking around, and having fun with my friends
And making dumb sounds
And writing words with a pen
While you're scribbling your
you was coked up.
By my z'd up, whatever the fuck; who gives a fuck? You get fucked.
My coalition specialises in collision.
The clash
my fam big hugs big kisses
Man I'm blessed you can ask my Mrs
Got a big heart so I don't be dissing
A light in the dark cause ya boy on a mission
And I
my shit lower I dust the block off wit ah blower
Live by the code of silence like I'm Soulja get a double cup
And I poor the soda smokin pressure you
Ayo this a whole new vibe
A whole new feelin
Just let it roll & let it go
You know it's Teazse
Your the only for me
Baby if you'd just call me
You
know I can change your life
I got a big house ?
You got to stop playing with your family
I put my love in it i put my love
I got your face down with
(Passin' the cup like) And I don't think I'm ever gonna drink no more
(Back at the bar like) But fuck it bartender, you can give me one more
See, B.I.G
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