Lyrics:
stand in line in the cue is never where I base (cubase)
School is never old how do y’all remain old school ?
When radios give me Air time I still take
like it ain't a thing
You look down here's your start to a better way
Young nigga big heart with a old soul
105.1 on my radio
I'm on the road makin'
Havesta by mi side ya kno about we entrance
Dealer endurance
Lorrd Chapo mummy Haffi outta di hood by November
She say dealer you wi Rich I remember
Jus
Huh
I done came from pennies, ain't shit change
What it is
I'm street-ballin'
EA Sports, I'm in the game
Do it big
Hah
Gimmie the ball, bitch I'm in
born a big stepper
Money be the motive all I got is green vision
Destined for billboards radio and television
Kid like a buGatti eight banger how I'm
right
She was bound to be yours for at least a night
See, I was introduced to her by my cous'
But that was before he told me who or what she was
Me
to the rim with black model-c chicks
They all talk slick so I talk slick back
Packed blue skies that hurl hair back
My radio is high drive right by
Aint no big
and then a drop, if it's a club then she gon' hop
From club to club and dick to dick, trick bitch, hush the shit
Hit licks for big chips, get rich, retire
beats
To hell with phat beats I'd rather rock acapella
I'd rather be broke and have a whole'lotta resent
Not a rich king, a pawn, a pegan for me to pee
On The Radio
Big up to anyone who's been involved in care & community
'Cos it's the GLC back again
With another rave anthem for you to feast on, ya
war in Middle East
Like mice teased by cheese
Then squeezed by self greed
Live in the city of sins
You need Gs to stay breathe
He kills the weak legally
Uh, I thank the Lord for my mother
Too young to understand but why every summer
She ain't want me outside when it was hot, boy
Influenced by
I thank the Lord for my mother
Too young to understand but why every summer
She ain't want me outside when it was hot, boy
Influenced by
are just a bunch of white guys
chorus
let me holler dog .. bother for a minute
how you grow up in the hood you're rich now and never come back again
This is it, my one shot at the big time,
Better make it count, stand up and be heard,
Cause I know if the radio plays this song
All the kids will
chop motherfucker stop the bullshit
Radio rappers always saying that they so rich
Rhyming bout the clothes that they wearing I swear it's ho shit
I'm
your list is done/
I see the hit list, consider that your shit is bunk/
If your name start with 21, rich or lil, young/
Yachty be shunned, if Uzi a gun/
but my flow is worth billions
Now my whole blood line rich like i'm Hov
Life insurance so big so i'm acting bold
Crazy what a nigga did with
when I walk
Listen to me when I talk
Its not by force
But its obvious that I'm on course
On the right path
To more fame and more cash
I got tired
During Esco season, Big ask Pac who shot you? It wasn’t much more but just accusations until the radio begin instigating then the East and West love
lit
Or an amethyst
Shining beneath a diamond
Filthy RICH
They was fuckin up commas
And screamin
Life is still a bitch
So you
Love her
Leave her
Fuck her
Booze by the gallon
Ricky runs the radio
Brother says play rock and roll
Till Dolly sang about
Takin her man
He's said Dollys a baller
Has a step
Uh yeah
First off congratulations
Y'all got another cypher
Cause by my calculations
The last cypher was my last cypher
But aberration happen and it’s
gon’ cost you
More than four quarters
Big mouths I slap shut and
Slap nuts I vanquish
Flap them lips too much you’ll
Leave using sign language
Call me
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