Lyrics:
run the city, I'm like, "Yeah-yeah"
Gave my sister platinum AmEx card, was just on welfare
My dawg had asked me to bring the AR out, and I'm like,
might pull up in a Cadi'
I make big boy moves that's why she call me "daddy"
No tellin'
Just sellin'
Hop on stage and they start yellin'
I roll with
shake
Working that body day by day
Just call me Fat Albert, hey hey hey
Ya shit's dumb donald, my shit's don dadda
And when it comes to wins these other
you think you tellin?
Nigga we stay with the weapons
You know I got a weapon on me
True story, true story
Can't believe that lil whore, true story
Just
this Honky Tonk bar
We could sit outside
As you drink your wine
I'll smokin' down a big cigar
Tellin' stories how we both find it borin'
A better life no
I got bad bitches tellin me papi I'll never leave
Tryin every trick to keep me, she keep shit under her sleeve
Close her eyes and hold me close, but
days vicariously
Blinded by all the light we cannot see
Handed down stories, cave walls to pens
Worth tellin' again and again
I call these modalities
Word to homie if you owe me, know I'm comin cus it's time to pay
Put it on my rollie, shit be glowin, I got time today
And niggas they be phony, tellin
ghetto story begin, c'mon
[ROCC]
I got something to say (what up)
Big Rocc spit some' (c'mon)
I got a clip for that cracker burn ?? shit the riots (geah)
(Eastside)
Like that, uh
Picture me (uh) in front of mics
Tellin' stories when I couldn't get it right
Now a nigga live a dream, rock a neck full of ice
Marley
Then a nigga moved next to Steve Harvey
When he speakin' on me ain't no glory
But they always win tellin' they story
In '97 had a Lexus, now
they're not all there
I missed the young lady by only a hair
And then I took me a look, I said, "La-di-da-di"
A big fine girl, she had a hell of a body
all there
I missed the young lady by only a hair
And then I took me a look, I said, "la-di-da-di"
A big fine girl, she had a hell of a body
Then she
of myself
Judge a book by it's cover
You get put on the shelf
In other words
I got stories
That's supplying my wealth
I know you critics very well
the mirror said, 'nigga I'm with it'
You want it done right, you gotta do it yourself
That's what I keep tellin' myself
(I keep tellin' myself)
[Chorus
makin my bands
I need that shit like right now
It will all work out somehow
Tellin me I needa slow down
Cause I been putting in work
From sun up to sun
(Uh)
Live it up and count my dividends, roll, like cinnamon
Whoa, big face Benjamin's
And she looked at me like you ain't nothin' but a star
I looked
I'm a culprit, I don't pray to no one, fuck that cult shit
Run up on me, big guns, you get offed quick
Fuck that off switch
Thanking God that I made
then probably
Will regret it by the weekend
Don't tell me if you love me
Or tell me that you need me
Tell me that you only really
Wanna fuckin leave me
(true story)
But I think the spirit lives on in this one
And if they pass the torch
'Cause someone's gotta do it, so screw it
It might as well be me, I'll
head makes a soft ass
And never spoilt, feel me? word up
[Hook]
[Hell Razah]
We spend our lives in the ghetto
Enslaved by the plague of the devil
In
remember niggas had me out there by my damn self
Break a moment of silence
I ain't dead, my life is frozen 'cause I'm goin' through it
Niggas sendin'
Fuck the rap the scene I ain't down for the culture
Act for one an other I'm surrounded by vultures
They only want a piece but not the piece that we
timing
Nevermind me i'm just vibing
GeTO GEk beats bumping through my I.V.
Apparel by Jimi Hack and that's Jimmie Hackley
And you can say what you want
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