Lyrics:
do they think i'm broad
Is it my lyrics is hard or is i'm wit the mob
From the six, now all these rappers talkin shit
But i must be schemin on my life
[Airline attendant]
This is the final boarding call for flight 1259
Departing from Los Angeles final destination to St. Louis
Thank you
This is the final boarding call for flight 1259
Departing from Los Angeles final destination to St. Louis
Thank you
Damn G the spot's gettin'
My hustle got me trippin
Liftin' from my turn away's
Man this life is real
No time to be an actor
And i'll play that no man
Let me know
It's just
It's just me by my lonesome
Lonesome
4,3,2, now I'm on 1
On 1
Over here you don't want none
Want none
Call me Najje the son of a gun
I hold it down
we the dawg
We mob type shit when we guiling we blast
As the job and then we dump him and slide him
Chorus: Daz
Its just the street life
that's
I wear blue 7 days out the week (for life)
I mob the street, DP, while I'm holdin my heat
I want to warn you, shit they got killers on the East,
is
Her specialty, after all hands come up
One by one "Oh my god, Rihmeek, "
Nicki groans exaggeratedly, invoking Meek's
Middle name for effect "Every
Listen to this pessimistic
Message you're gifted
Before my life takes the toll, it's wishin'
My death is distant and persistent
I'm siftin' out
this Marty back from the future
Praying that you dip
Cause on your life this shit is crucial
Nigga run
All I need in this life of sin
Is to run from my
broke your virginity
Shit my Mobstaz is straight cheat vs. killers for cash
Quick to stick your ass and flash this 3-80 and rainbow macs
And now you
Here's your armor life, man
You are the streets
Made you're smarter, TTG, no stall
Mob's gon' drop like a wave that shocked
Once this warhead locked, can't
to come at the mob and get your body bloody
Havn't you heard off these muderous cats, ballin' for scratch
Niggas shootin' nervous with gats, so hot we
front in New York
'Cause some of us is runnin' from court
Smokin' weed, mumblin' thoughts
Tryin' to stay humble for shorts
We could do this the mob
to the bad guy
I got mob ties
Come say hello to the bad guy
No bad vibes
Come say hello to the bad guy
I got mob ties
I been grinding for the re-up
Ain't got
broke we was scraping up change for the midget
Ima do this lil bitch like the blunt im bout to smoke old school said lick it and stick it
Ima do this lil
a bitch is only good for a duck head.(quacka)
USD, Grade A pure jaw-jacka
Low self-esteem nigga can't out mack her
Bring her to the world of a low down
niggas talk this bread but it's not that
Niggas capping for the net told em stop that
My stack to yours is a margin a gap
Cash train have you minding
discover he must choose a color. For the right price, just might lose his mother
Use your mental, this whole life's a rental. What do you aspire to open up
Don't judge these, got you robbed, I'ma get more cheddar for my black mob
My legion is broke down into sections to run every regions
Slugs and thugs,
there's no need to ask
How will my homeboys remember me?
Bury me a G, casket full of Hennessy
We Thug Life niggas
Watch for the second comin'
'Cause I can
streets
All that net talk, leave you tied up by your main bitch screaming, 'Please'
Show these niggas how to network, your plug is buying from me
I ain't
you bitches now "What the fuck"
The only way I'm fallin' is slippin' on one of you niggas' blood
I'm in this shit for life (life)
And when my cash
permanent, found it amusing
Now this drip on me, like I'm canoeing
Time just flyin'
I'm just tryna teach this life thing to my juvies, juvies
Said the beef
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