Lyrics:
And all the while you still analyze
Now is it true or bellies full of wine
If I'm a good man
Then why does it always seem
I've got my whole world
Ripping
put me on options and all them stocks
Rich dame just dropped the BBL and the bulldog
Fuck boy tried to rob but he got his ass popped
Fuck nigga thought
to keep a level of sanity?
By my faith in God, by my faith in the game
And by my faith in "all good things come to those that stay true"
Right
You know what
yeah aight
Get it from your mom
Shake that ass, lil' baby, baby, baby
The set's too active so I brought my gun
Y'all claim blood or cuz but
That's my
Uh (Shh)
Lil baby on me tryna feel it (Uh)
Lil baby on me tryna feel it (Uh)
I'm sipping codeine, can you feel it? (Uh)
Lil bad bitch on me, Ima
I talk so much shit I wake a dead man up
And I'm the milk man, you better call rent man up
I'm by myself man, and yes I ran my bread back up
understand what it means to be black?
I have my man the Notorious B.I.G in the back
I go by the name of the Puff Daddy
But check this shit out
Four, five
These bitches gone do anything for some commas
Say that she love me can't even be honest
I'm sipping on shit they say good for your sinus bad for
(Drumma Boy)
I'm popular and poppin' dough
Breakfast at Pappadeaux's
Dodging all obstacles
Trapping at the Stop-N-Go
Boy, you know you lame if
Is y'all ready for Twenty-0-7, it's now another drought
Everyone's a killer, wow we bugging out
Since 86 showing the crowd what I'm about
And they
Is y'all ready for Twenty-0-7, it's now another drought
Everyone's a killer, wow we bugging out
Since 86 showing the crowd what I'm about
And they
workshop all alone,
We in a makeshift writer's workshop all by myself.
Where are my planets we are all planets in plain clothes
Walking in line
to blow
Cuzz Im getting all this money not bout that then no convo
Alright.. been sayin fuck you lil regime
Where ya bands nigga BiGGz can’t see a thing
Change a nigga roster for that bread they'll spill his pasta
I keep telling y'all niggas man, come on to the red side
Shit good over here man, we
Brooklyn I rock Timberlands
Still toast cinnamon
Been gangster way before he dropped many men
Liquor in my system, voice raspy who I sound like?
Don't
the TV syndication
The problems that we facing
Is that we all are hunger
Western philosophy way dem rob way they plunder
See we ghetto youth we bring
writing all my songs foreal
Tryna be a solid nigga keep it strong foreal
I ain't used to no relations cus I'm growing still
As a man and for all of my
still a kid falling for all her trix
I don't even think that the things that I did
Deserved all of the punishment and beatings i was getting
Now I'm past
Here's a lil' story bout' the Wood (Bout The Wood)
With the Sixties and the Bloods (And the Bloods)
Yeah, we outchea' showin' love (Show in love)
All them
the block they gone shoot it up
2 Niggas died wit knockings on em
And still ain't get back
Yall talking too much and spinning no blocks
What's all of tha
em out
When I win a grammy
I promise to god Ima move all the homies out
Milano Milano
I look good in this Milano
Think she would in this Milano
said boy is you tripping?
Here for a good time not a long time - so just listen
I think it's better if I tell you all about me now
I'm just tryna have
don't beef with no clout chasing ass niggas too much of a man for that weak shit
Trying to do good by all those that do good by me I'm on that sow what
and you got a rival
Stop fucking hating you only in highschool
I got list, I'm gonna make my goals
Don't waste a second cuz all of the time rolls (by)
He
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