Lyrics:
of being po', yeah trying to leave the rats
Walk out to see three of your tires, that be on flat
And that one tire, left a sign of hope
That helps you
of being po', yeah trying to leave the rats
Walk out to see three of your tires, that be on flat
And that one tire, left a sign of hope
That helps you
the cold
Dark, a song so hidden
Come, take my hand
Take my hand
Take my hand and walk the path
Walked by none of this life
Take my hand and walk the path
bills
I'm in LA for the thrills
Smoking on gas not no pill
I keep it real
Don't hang around people who squeal
When I walk by they all kneal
I'm
In the industry
I don't give a fuck what you did
This is my house
Take off your shoes when you walk in my crib
Niggas talk crazy to Hitman
And I'm
from a different cloth
I get that drip from my walk (I get that drip from my walk)
I'm fly as a moth
If a nigga wanna front
I'll approach him with
Cuz her son paying all the bills
When I walk my walk
Matter fact when I talk I talk
Don't mess with the clique or the gang
My brother don't give it
on every discussion
See myself is the meaning
Get out of everyone's dream
I'm so influenced by train wreck
We picking up steam
It's like "choo choo"
thing this morning
Was to have you walk out on me
Last night, you came home late
I knew you'd been drinking
By that old mellow look on your face
I
enter mine
Bending Dr. Strange Agamotto on a pendant
Red N Black suits, doves open sky life
Directed by John Woo, walk in slow motion I
Get respect 45's
the truth, my eyes covered by my bill and shit
But I hope you're impressed with it
I hope you know that the flow is just a testament
I hope you know that being
You say that you need me, my heart’s yours I feel for you deeply, love at first sight, not tryna be naive, be a fool if I let you just walk by me,
Yeah, yeah
(One time)
Hold up wait
Gotta control my faith
If she's getting watch(ed) by a nigga like me like a rolex
Then she's getting ate
Saving
Fuck a team player
I'll do it by myself
Ball hog when you needed it
They ain't give no help
And fuck a pass the ball
I want the last shot
Loser try
to the white
[Bushwick Bill]
Cops ain't about shit
Want us to walk the straight and narrow when they crooked like dicks
They steal and they lie, they snort up
a choice to make
To either walk a path of love
Or be crippled by our hate
We have time to cause pollution
We have time to cause confusion
All wrapped
bills, you feel me?
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Paparazzi got me stopping
My Bugatti is too outlandish
For you to believe cause I lead
The lifestyle of the broke
Taking them pills, I need by my side The odds be the bills, no one really care for me
Soft bitch, I put your barbie She wanna fuck me in my Versace
I walk
Yeah.You ain't ready for this.
I can see it already
Other rappers walk by
I can't hear complain
While they hear
I can already explain
What's going on in my
They want me to keep rapping that ain't paying bills
They want me to quit trapping but that's how I live
Lil brother want the nigga dead he know I'll
'Cause uh-uh, I'll make you walk like a donkey
Some say on and on, but they mean on on
I got tired of that new style, breakdown
I have to take it back
it
For The Fame
But you gon' know my name
I ain't in it for the change
I like big bills
By dead presidents
Pianos play on the key of life
As I dabble
Yeah, when I'm out in N.Y., boy it's blunts and phillies
When I'm out in L.A., boy it's wraps and swishes
Now Blood walk to this, now Crip walk
NLN yuh yuh yuh
Yah
Yeah i'm starting to see the way you move
And to my surprise
I thought that I didn't have to dub
I gotta play by the rules
You
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