Lyrics:
Shit, I'm a changed man
Ayy, turn the lights out
Big baller 2Pac up in this bitch
You know how we swing this shit, look
By age sixteen I sold
road
The time is limited
Put in these words
I'm a boss simplified
Mob wit the ties
I be screaming what a life
Take one for the team
& Don't care
opting for everything to be safe
And comfortable in our daily lives
So no amount of messiness can
Enter when we are
In this mode it is because we feel
That
cocked
Shot calling
Brothers fall then they crawl
And they beg for they life
Should of never tried to rush me
You're dead here tonight
This is "Thug
You's confused for a minute but here we are
My nigga Cad in this motherfucker
I got my niggas man, them bricks (finish bitch!)
Ride out nigga
Uh, yeah
Look at the grill
Look at the grill
Look at the grill
Look at the grill
This for my niggas with the bank roles (look at the grill on my pimp
and no one else
I'm gonna' take my pride back off the shelf
From griefers to mobs, there is no rival
For someone like me living in survival
My story's
the Sean John
Yeah right, this is what life after's like
B-I Frank white, you're Bad Boy For Life
No matter what the public say we gon prove
it aint
the Sean John
Yeah right, this is what life after's like
B-I Frank white, you're Bad Boy For Life
No matter what the public say we gon prove
it aint
It's roaches and shit in this motherfucker in here
I forgot about this
All I wanna do do is make the whole crowd bounce, y'all (bounce y'all)
stop capping on live
When you going up then Niggaz gon hate you
I was always there for that bitch she really ungrateful
Rip Auntie since you left this
promoted uh
Heavily dosing
I am takin no advice
Doing 90 no lights
Seein better by the nights
I don't like it too bright
Turn it down low
This is what you
for me to feel like it was worth it
Niggas tryin' to get the game from me
Promise I'm still learnin'
I got it by my 'lone
I was broke but now I'm
of this dro then it'll give you satisfaction.
I've sold the most and no ones close but I'm not meaning to brag.
Its different strokes for different
her she a down bitch
Prison tatts I’m a sexy felon, one of them n***** that down shit
Windows tinted this is not a foreign
This a Denali I’m riding
is real MOB music
Talk yo shit
Complain about this
You're the real reason hip hop won't be missed
But this ain't hip hop music
This is real MOB music
claim
Westside when we ride, come equipped with game
You claim to be a player but I fucked your wife
We bust on Bad Boy niggas fucked for life
Plus,
claim
Westside when we ride, come equipped with game
You claim to be a player but I fucked your wife
We bust on Bad Boy niggas fucked for life
Plus,
Email me to tell a friend
That crack I got will sell gain
Swear this purple lean is like my medicine
Could probably roll some weed and
We the best
popped it
Put my life in a chain
Me and gang stay mob in
Been up for days taking no breaks look in my face carlito give me the bass
She wanna lie its
Everyday I find myself dreaming
Drinking by my window every night
Feeling kinda fucked
They think money is the only reason
But this world full of pussies
aint do that for nothin'
Quittin' aint something I can't stop it comin'
I'm numb to my toes and my life is on snooze
My soul is broken I aint got more
say my name for his song to get clicked
Look like she hurt you every day, they say life is a bitch (like she hurt you every day)
What's her name? Went
This one is Cloak Beats, man
Yo
Yeah man
Check it out
Uh-huh
Radar
Damasio
I should have said Perez
And here we go
Here in the concrete
We wait
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