Lyrics:
to get my willy out so they can toss it for me,
Got them going topless for me,
When she groped it for me,
Really got me horny,
Record label, contract
niggas ain't fuckin with me when I be in the kitchen
I get the flippin' the and whippin' until that chicken glisten
I feel bad for you niggas that didn't
on layaway
It's lame when he need a place
Catch him in the parking lot
Do jux on the rooftop
Oh hold up, he just made a pit stop
At food court we pause for
that I've been told
By a man who is very, very old
He says it's up to me and if I can but see
His silver will give way to his gold
the pen
Let you take my soul within
Fuck it, I'll sacrifice my best friend
He looked at him to grab the blade
He's only 12 when he put his boy in the grave
Do not again be burdened by the yoke of slavery
David prophesied of my potential when he prayed for me
A ruler of the work of his hands; dominion's
If you're lookin' for a baller, baller
Whassup baby? Still dreamin'?
For a rich man, you still fiendin'?
Well, I hope he got skills if you know what I
Red Black Green, Red Gold Green
Dat's how we know we a fe we dream team
[repeat]
The other day
A friend gave me a call
He said that the dream team
to myself
I look at all of the plaques on the wall I earned by self
But I’ve been feeling like I did when I was stuck on the shelf
And reached my hand
Velma:
Cicero.
Mona:
Lipschitz!
Liz: Girls:
You know how people He had it coming
have these little habits that He had it coming
get you down. Like
on too
Make sure you go get that YG Still Brazy
We came through the trenches
Ask YG when he was 23 he was
Givin' me Glocks like it was water
Let me
Ten notches were carved in his gun.
And all the boys around Reno
Left Wild Bill's maiden alone.
One night when he was returning
From ridin'
to know one"
She smiles
And puts her hands
In her back pockets
Bette Davis style
And in comes Romeo
He's moaning
"You Belong to Me I Believe"
it up
You really know that I can't get enough
I got the gold on me just like I'm Tut
I cannot back down
These niggas cappin' like cappin' for what
for hard living, blind to the facts:
Thugs is convicts in God's prison, hands on the strap
Praying so Father please forgive me! Police be rushing when
a pretty good night for a walk in the woods
By the ravine, along the trail.
They probably beat him up when he was young,
Or locked him outdoors for
the city, feeling alive
Making a vibe
Cause I'm down to ride
They can't make me pop cause I did that for myself
They wanna hand out but they never down
the city where the grass is green
And the palm trees lean
Been ballin'
Shot callin' since 83
I know the mothaphukin' industry
Ain't ready for me
me in the city, called Pompano
Granddad was a player, he was with another woman
I just look 'em in his eyes and I see me right through him
I swear
button like reset
Walking by faith cuz He ain't done with me yet
I done been changed from the inside
Thank God for revival, I been died
I had to die to get
Passenger questions why
Gives a hand and tells him goodbye
Homeless man put on his shoes
He is ready for something new
Then he remembers that he forgot
While my story's a mind orgy
If he go seven thirty get bodied by nine forty
We fighting or we fucking better make up your mind shawty
City bumpy road how
I could load all they guns with reversible bullets
Hand it back to em them tell to point it at me and pull it
Still wouldn't lose a single soul
Cause
hit me
With some other green so I
Can just blaze out, praise down
Alex when he gets this way
Raps is John Blaze style
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