Lyrics:
One, four, nine, lay your integers with mine
Got a genius inside, tryna let it out to fly
Monoliths and cows in grassy pastures
Arthur C. Clarke push his
late night life
(What chu' dealin' with)
I'm gettin' rich so we can get
Bricks that you can end with
And if you from the pen then pesos and yen
Even then
You know once upon a time, not long ago
There was a caterpillar that lived life slow
And a couple inches he stood
And he said to the butterfly,
We knock 'em down by the four (Uh-huh)
I stay workin' with fire at all my shows (On gang)
And I still put .30's up under all my Glicks
We knock 'em down by the four (Uh-huh)
I stay workin' with fire at all my shows (On gang)
And I still put .30's up under all my Glicks
Yeah best said by homeboy willie d
Triple cross to mexico
[willie d]
I don't fuck with you
[scarface]
That's some smooth hidin'
Lowdown dirty
nation to nation like if it was
Contraband I stand, on my own two
With my whole crew, I thought you knew
We're not easily amused by buffoons'
Who talk
roys rich
Still ten toes down just like roddy rich
Evil days gods plan now what a wicked mix
I'm praying to the lord to have my life fixed
If it's not
the life i lived
I dont wanna seem like im filthy rich
I got this watch from my daddy's dad and that fact is what i flex
Rounded by my homies prayin
you ain't never been no problem
Raised up by Wayne, Big and Mad Max off Top Shottas
Hung with drug lords my whole life, I'm used to countin' commas
of rich folks spitting on bums
A lot of hoodlums
These are just the bums that are really pissed off
Why? Probably 'cause they been ripped off by
or lose a lot
They beat us by one point yeah
Them dudes was sharp but I’m a sore loser
So I had to shoot up the park
I wouldn’t of robbed your man
If
Bitch Check the score
Who Up it's me nigga, I'm winning by like four
I say Treyo man let's goo
Ayo DJ can you turn me up some more
Ask around I get
wonder
Put that knife in ya, take a little bit of life from ya
Am I frightening ya? Shall I continue?
I put the gun to ya, I let it sing you a song
I
wonder
Put that knife in ya, take a little bit of life from ya
Am I frightening ya? Shall I continue?
I put the gun to ya, I let it sing you a song
I
knives to guns, from the rich to the slums
We ran out of dope, I don't think so, son
While I be gunned by a mark from the enemy park
From daylight
These troubles of life
Seem to come without warning
Up thinking bout P
This was four in the morning
Heard somebody killed him
But nobody's mourning
I was
And now we've come to that time
Where the legend of Griselda lives forever (ah)
The Butcher comin', nigga
Ayo, y'all niggas should know by now
[Tyga]
Uh, in this world after one thing
Get ya money man, like ya uncle told me
Haven't slept since, cause my dreams real big
I aint even rich yet,
on all new assassins (pow)
I'm movin' in orderly fashion
We gotta move like Obama, Obama, Obama
My niggas playing with plastic (plastic)
My life a real
moving on her hips
She got me ready to blow
We be taking off in three
Had her popping off by four
Lil shawty in the back
Where the racks at
Looking for
eyes, to see ‘lil niggas fed up by now
I don’t need 1 sign in my life to tell me go and get it right now
I don’t need no both sides to be with me when I’m
The rich get richer, the po' get mo' greedy
We need Clarance A. to get what's owed in these board meetings
Rappers catch Ls after just squeezing 'em four
[HOOK]
DIS TOO LEGIT
OUT DEY SEcTS McKE EM JUMP!
DIS FOR Dc Gz
GURcNTEE McKE EM BUMP!
ONE LIFE TO LIVE
LIVE Yc LIFE TILL ITS UP!
McRRIED TO Dc
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