Lyrics:
waiting for
Wake up time is 4
Haven't seen before
Learn from lessons
Don't mistake them what it's for
Pray to god
Where I'm headed (There's lights for it)
I got on Jordan's she got Christian Dior
I hope you smoke cause I wrote papers galore I still ain't rich but I'm a long way from Poor
They locked my
MACs to lay me down
Then sprayed, I played dead and got the fuck off the ground
Out the blue I get a phone call, "50, what up?"
"They sent a bitch
sprayed, I played dead and got the fuck off the ground
Out the blue I get a phone call, "50, what up?"
"They sent a bitch at me, I sent the bitch back cut
lot of ass behind you (jam)
Got me sayin', "ooh keep goin' with your moves"
Candles by the bed, God damn this a movie
Stuffin' you with dick while my
in a box
And that's light, that's light
But light like to lick twat a lot so that's right
That's what y'all call street?
No tales from the Crip this
anger that's my drip, drippin like a jerry curl
call that shit poetic justice, kill everyone in karen's world
blood n bone n my bicuspids, opps n i ain't
a checkered double-knit suit drove up in a large El Dorado Cadillac, leased from BOB SPREEN...
("Where the freeways meet in Downey!")
...And he laid
ain't no love inside my section to the point where it ain't funny
Just call from Uncle Teddy like, "Nephew, just keep on goin'"
'Cause I can't seem
lives
Talking sweat shops baby
To make yo phone with the I
Them Jordan's $199
But it costs way less than $5 for them to make yo size
Some of y'all don't
MACs to lay me down
Then sprayed, I played dead and got the fuck off the ground
Out the blue I get a phone call, "50, what up?"
"They sent a bitch
goals
I feel like I'm spraying dope, no need to just reload
My chick she call my phone and ask me baby is you home
And you know I be at the crib, dead
because I fear being invisible
Tshwara ntwanaka and I'll grab you by the throat
He threatened me kanti it was all just a hoax
My Jordan's look like a nose
on, so we on
I said I Got real with God (I had to get real with myself man) now we on
Now it's time, (I had to realize I can't do this by myself) to
on the block
And all you had pride, tried to hit them on the block
Let me call your bluff, I swear to God you ain't tough
I'm from the hood, I know the vibe
Once
weight up
So much that I no longer challenge haters
From no on I'm a call out a high-low
Nickel-Nine the God
Then it’s game time cause I’m
In
stay making moves
I be 10 toes down, like I never got shoes
Imma zooted ass dog and she call me Scooby Doo
Like E-40 I be sick with it, Jordan with
23, I come back
And I got 23 on my Jordans
23, I come back
And I got 23 on my Jordans
23 in my MAC
And I won't stop 'til I'm balling
23, I come
heard it
I ignore your ass on purpose
Ain't no more gas money for you, girl
Guess what? Stop asking me, girl
Bitch got pregnant, call Maury
Call Jerry
my phone, don't call my phone
Said I wanna be left alone, be left alone
Please, please don't stop by my home
No, no 'cause I feel it's just matter
is
Her specialty, after all hands come up
One by one "Oh my god, Rihmeek, "
Nicki groans exaggeratedly, invoking Meek's
Middle name for effect "Every
Jerry Eze
Exactly three weeks ago and it's such a blessing to recount a great wonder of God three weeks ago while we were on our 7am morning prayers
Got the registered God Particle on my hip
Ready to have some hickory smoked opp
Wiped the nut on my AMIRI jeans and got right back to fucking work
a vaccine now but I still ain't takin' it (God)
We all saw that nurse who passed out from that shit
Live on TV, miss me with that funny shit
I don't trust
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