Lyrics:
I am swimmin' in money
And pullin' yo' chick and I dip it in honey
I'm baggin' them bitches you niggas is bummy
I know what it is, holdin' it in
to the disconnects so I guess
Everything's fine
Repressed, it's locked, it's trapped in the back of my mind (uh)
Everything's fine
Feeling upset it'll go to yo head
of smiling
when on the inside Im just trying to tame the monster that torments my soul!
Why should I try so hard to grab the bull by its horns? When I am
never down as your day ones
My bullets come in all different colors they fucking Cray-ons
And ain't no witness when we spray so if they hit you in yo face
the low
Sick as hell bitches really think they need me
Bitch you need to get yo stupid ass off the phone
Niggas need to seek mental help think they fucking
Hate to tell you, baby, hate to tell you ba-a-by
Hate to tell you, baby, that I don't love you
Hate to tell you, babe, I can't put no one else above you
burnt out
There go his mom crying on the Floor now
Made a mistake to give you the World
Focus on money can't cry by no Girl
Yo bitch is bad told her do
Off Peers, Got Beats that'll Knock By See Us
Roll Up, Get Ya Throat Cut
Catch A Buck Fifth, Watch Yo Chest Lift
Dope Rhymes, Cause The Small Eyes Take
droppin the rhythm
And I got the whole Legit Ballers family up in hea nigga
A yo Beanie Franks
You the early bird of this muthafucka
GUNNIN!!
[Beanie
phenomenal
Gun rest under your vest by the abdominal
Rhyme a few bars so I can buy a few cars
And I kick a few flows so I can pimp a few hoes
Excellence is
Francis, M to the iz-H phenomenal
Gun rest under your vest by the abdominal
Rhyme a few bars so I can buy a few cars
And I kick a few flows so I can pimp
that walk
I feel sorry for you bitches
Make em sick gone en cough
Gansta bitch from the north
So you know it get hectic
So bitch don't send no fucking
ya the tone to tour, to walk on by
I'm the insect in your pie, the hair to your lie
So good to you why? Yo! Question to you why?
The wing to your
Yeah
Deja Miquel Hoe
Ha
Walk in the party yo bitch off the molly
Rollin' up piss yeah I pearl and I spark it
I know you mad I can tell by
of me
B**** don't wanna holla b**** I'm 'bout a dolla
I done came so sick now I'ma problem (problem child)
Can't get no features on my album n****s
fucking piss on you niggas
Guess I'm really fucking sick of you niggas
I change day by day
So nobody really knows me in any type of way
Ay
I heard you got
with just screwdrivers and a hammer
Why's everything gotta be so tough, gotta be so hard, gotta be so nuts
Try to be strong all dieseled up, but it only
it out
All this pain been killing me so I've been fading out
Yo
I've been writing on my ones tryna get away
Dreaming of successes in the future
cryin' to that bitch like Ne-Yo? (What?)
You a square-ass nigga like Theo (Huxtable)
When money call, it's time to G-O (brrt)
My weed the same color
All alone off Patron, shots till I feel sick
Stuck at home so long, need someone to build with
But it's gone, so I'm off of some perkies to chill with
Yeah
I'm just gonna cut straight to it
Yo
I went from rapper to an asshole, I swear these
Faggots keep attackin', it's scary
Half of these people
out to get this gravy, so you can't take mine
you crossed the line
fuckin' with the bosses devine
ay yo, his mans, they commit crimes
found
cashed out on yo chain like how tf you gone it just drive me insane
I lost Greedy D he was richest by the way I swear to God I felt you wit me when I had
you getting hit up
With so much weight, so much lead, you won't be able to get up
Yo, kick in the door, spit a lungie at him, son, tried to bungie
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