Lyrics:
blues
This here is your break up call
I think he meant it
Well this time anyways
Hey man I saw Elwood up in here on South Wacker drive 233
South Wacker
you ready, Lu?
This one is for you,
Comin' from a true-blue, fits like a shoe
"Como estas tu" or "Comment allez vous"?
Lucien, I'll leave it up
you ready, Lu?
This one is for you,
Comin' from a true-blue, fits like a shoe
"Como estas tu" or "Comment allez vous"?
Lucien, I'll leave it up
wait to bring my brothers up
Top floor we finally going up
And it's stuck
I was putting in overtime
This ain't good luck
Throw this money up
She think I
hun concentrate on my funds
Lift heavy gats concealed by my waist
Never get patted down when I step in the place
Jiggied up, smoke the pot,
up niggas
Feed your families get your sons, listen
It's an honor to be rockin with Duckdown
As you can see it's a
Good thing you stuck round
Fuck
struttin'-n-stridin'
Worker bee blues yeah worker bee blues
Some bees say ' bout makin honey
Other bees say all 'bout money
Whatever it, is no time to look up
We bees
to seed
I don't mark my time with dates, holidays, faded wisdom, locked karma holders
Convenient
I am made by my times
I am a creation of now
I hear the whole East Coast is socked in
By a strong Northeaster's
And it doesn't look like it's gonna end real soon
You've been stuck up there in
and all the niggas you claim to
Came were trained by the weak
Double up ya power
Gotta compile it to fuck with me (Ah)
Made it clear like a squeegee
Ayo, its Beanie on the track
It's like I'm stepping into slack
It's like I'm stepping into new blue jeans that I wore
At our fucken winter concert
up
At the Palms suite, stuck on the balcony
If I drop to the flo'
Who's lookin' out for me?
Who gon' make sure my mom
And my girl straight
Make sure
weather
I’m stuck with this life that i live like a tether
I hunt for the bag a national treasure
I stood by her side when she needed some pleasure
Sell it
(In the ring)
If I call you my brother then you won't needa fuckin' thing
(A fuckin thing, a fuckin thing)
If we call on each other than we got it by
to the
Front with the weak shit
I'm the one you can't get with
Beware or you'll get hit
With a loose and very clever combination
I'm tearing up the competition
it's finna go up (Jesus)
A year done went by, her daughter just turned one (Lord)
And she's still dependent on her mom
Big brother in the streets, he
it's finna go up (Jesus)
A year done went by, her daughter just turned one (Lord)
And she's still dependent on her mom
Big brother in the streets, he
to the County with no motherfuckin' bail
4800 with this Crippin', oh well
My big homie Boy Blue snatched me by my coattail
He said trip Dogg, ya better get right,
Straight to the County with no motherfuckin' bail
4800 with this Crippin', oh well
My big homie Boy Blue snatched me by my coattail
He said trip Dogg, ya
Saiyan blast
Tryna make a change but you never savin cash
Wearing your brother's suit and tie you stay faking class
Tryna clean up your mess like you
When you up they gone say that you act funny
It feel good even though you went bad on me
Unaffected by that I detach from em
I perfected these plays
They need to be sponsored by depends
Whats in my pocket
Whole lotta' money in yours is lent
If it's up then it's stuck
Smoke that you coughing up
You
Ok I, I woke up feeling like
I could die today
Make it home I gotta find a way
By any means, I know
Trouble lurkin
But could never close
winning in a hole I'm feeling stuck
I ain't gon stop this money-making 'til my family going up
I got my brothers how it's posed be
Don't wait till I go up
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