Lyrics:
morals got a lot to fulfill
(Morals)
Yeah
I'm in the back and I'm breaking the bank
I'm in the back and I'm breaking the bank
I'm in the back and I'm
immediately
Return the box to him today itself
I was very much worried about my box
And my hard-earned money inside it
By God's grace I got it back with your
jack
So I'ma go for mine, and maybe never come back
Stopped at the lye spot before I hit the train station
Needed some boom for the mental relaxation
Oh no, pop is dead
Long live pop.
It died an ugly death,
By back catalogue.
And know you know it gets you nowhere,
And now you know you
Laurent
I might mix it with the leather
I serve blow fiends
And I do it with a passion
This shit so clean, if I don't hit it
It's blue magic man, I got
or even ganged banged
or slang dope, motherfucker it's the same thang
cause where I'm from you got to watch your back
cause every nigga in the town got
from one to ten
Influenced by hydro and lots of gin
Nigga back up, damn I need oxygen
Surrounded by lots of men that'll rock your chin
And pop your limbs
and I'll never look back
Now I'm living a dream while I'm making these stacks
Been through a lot
But ain't coming to a halt
Give it all I got
Cuz I'm worth
meet the first first family with class
En masse
There's Bobby-
And Jackie-
And Jack-
And myriads more in the back:
There's Ethel and Teddy
going to need that stack
Swiping at Saks and Im leaving with bags
Trying to re-up just hit my jack
Thats your girl you can have her right back
I'm
a bit
Man I'm a put in Brady years
Because I can't leave out this bitch
And I told them that we going to get it
We got to be rich
Kim had told me a lot
nimble, win battles by landslides
Can do a cut better than you with my hands tied
Behind my back, so hold your breath in
I'm expellin' a rhyme within
a lot of options
Either you hoop or you jump on them squares and hop and scotch it
Ice cash rules everything around me Haagen-Dazs it
You better than
ancestors and our children
I'm writing this prayer on my
Way back from taking
My mini me to his first football game
Saint got to play catch with
Tom Brady
Godzilla, nigga, act up
Don't let your chick go Godzilla, bae, back it up
I just wanna have sex
I just wanna have a baby by you, girl
I just wanna go
Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses
Odd Future leaving even niggas in past tense
Style is patent, the measures is drastic
Either
life
Yes, we pack gun, tag a thick tongue
Bonafide fried ass cheek meat on the taste buds
Jack risked it all on Titanic you dumbass bitches
If your ship
to the talk they be all on my stick (Yea yea)
Remember the time like Mike Jack (Ooh)
This moment is like that (Ooh)
Hold on I'll be right back (Ooh)
Gotta go
the hoes at
Had to hop in the stew, had to get my flow back
Pimpin' ain't easy, yeah, I feel like I am Kodak
Got a lot of money, but you already know that
[master p]
Huh huh, yeah nigga
Y'all remember that shit me and bo did last year
Head for the jack, we done jacked the motherfuckers
And got rich this
dancing got the whole night left
Been a lot of places but I ain't done yet
All of us up in the clouds
We roll by, they say wow
See the world, we're on top
Life taught me a lesson
The lesson is life is precious
Live your life to the fullest
Head to the top and don't look back cause it all could been
Big Syke, Newt, Hank, Beugard, Big Sir
Y'all know how this shit go
All eyes on me
Motherfuckin' OG
Roll up in the club and shit, is that right?
Big Syke, Newt, Hank, Beugard, Big Sir
Y'all know how this shit go
All eyes on me
Motherfuckin' OG
Roll up in the club and shit, is that right?
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