Lyrics:
fight's within, in
No it's never been with them, them
No it's never been with
I'm
Brand new
Part II
Still don't what I'm doing
It's like I'm only human...
the summer
Black girlfriend like 'Really, 2 Chainz for the summer?'
But I done blew change on a few things that was dumber
That's why it's cash rules like
build stadiums 2 city blocks wide?
Blame the homeless for the crime
Why won't you come on by?
Its nice in the summertime
A patch of dirt, and empty sky
told me weigh it up and bust it down
Migo Jerz, whipping that lambo, now watch it swerve (Jerz)
Tray 1 got PT's and sold that reserved
I'm a hot boy,
embarrass my moms by carryin' on
Internet and DVD's, babblin' on
I been a threat
You see the G on Fabolous song
I send 'em death repeatedly
When rappin' this
Yeah it don't stop baby, it don't stop
Yo yo yo yo yo uh
1, 2 it don't stop 1, 2 it don't stop
Like this, like this
We gon' hit y'all like this it
the bombest head, and so I took it anyway
But bitch I got fam, don't need your pussy anyway
OK, let's talk about this ice that I'm carryin'
All these karats
the room
And she's going on sick
I think she's a witch
The way she keep riding my broom
This shit sounding like Heaven Pt 2
We can pop a lil tab when it's
Fuck an informer, fuckin' told ya, fuckin' cockroaches
I ain't eyeballing shit, nah, it all mine nigga
I ain't selling shit clean anymore nigga
work out
Pt bands
No personal trainer
Got firm hits
Like a punching bag
By the seaside
Bench press weight
4 da dough let it blow
Like I've pushed
first time it felt like dat now you kno' why
Fabolous is spelled like dat (yeah)
It's just that simple
When we're all the same
One by one
Two by two
Cattle prod push me through
One by one and
Next it's gonna get you
God I really want
That dope money
Im sleep by the bay
Its getting me hooked
Its getting me paid
They moving the weight
Im sleep by the bay
I throw them 10 bills
They
like 2 times 2
I'm a sureshot like marksmen, you all dead
Cold red
Money clippers if a nigga fold bread
That will feed four people for
The next four
right
It was a long night
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You'll see different
Cause all those boys dig those crazy things
I like it so good and so deep
Like I said for me straight to sleep
Don't get me
is needed
I'm twenty-two years old with a beautiful daughter
By a dead beat who wouldn't give a quarter to support her
My money was gettin' low,
Erie and surrounding areas in the 50's, 60's and 70's
Now this is how I remember that bygone trade
That kind of faded away when drywall began it's raid
Start hatin me now?
I ain't never spent a cake on a clown
In your bedrooms scrapin it down
The bed shakin the ground
All of a sudden you're fakin it now
on us two
I've been writing, on these pages for ages
For crazes, to shade us and trade places
For days
I'm in majors, save it
It's constant and blame it
My youngins get it fucked up when y'all talk about the game
Like it's designed in their favor
Like it ain't outlined for them to waiver
Their
this letter in confidence you will read it
I succeeded getting my collage education completed
Smart girl not conceded I'm used to being treated anyway
(yeah) yeah, Shallah Raekwon
It's the God Father Pt 2, Self esteem
(Lex Diamond) Plus degree (Uh, huh)
(Raekwon) Add on to my attribute
(Star HMG,
avowals of
Religious faith to maintain an
Aura of respectability our
Civilization, such as it is
Was shaped by religion
And the men who aspire to public
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