Lyrics:
hate it
They jus waiting on my downfall
Staring at my watch now
Finna count some money up
Word around da block now
Juice done got his money up
Heard u
cheesin
And laughin but forreal ill peel yo face off its skin season
I like eatin
Who gon stop me from doin what yall do back to yall
Lay da trap I got it
And I'm on a runaway sipping on juice
With my mind on one thang
Trying to get some loot
When she see the top floor view
Got a penthouse sitting by the lake
kids speakin' 'cause it's naturally in us
But the false prophets by tellin' us we born sinners
Venders of hate, got me battlin' my own mind state
the new owner of these fuckin streets
Go by da name of Plies have you heard of me?
[Verse 1:]
Kept it muthafuckin gutta from day one
Right now homie
fear the obstacles
G be heartless
One shall eat
What he harvest
Life won't treat you
Like your mom do
Or a boss who are
Protected by armed bros
You gotta
a pistol close by my mother fucking side
For all these young niggas thinking they can mother fucking slide
We the ones with the juice it ain't hard to tell
know baby who got the juice
Oh it's me Baby there ain't no controlling me so hopefully
You should know Rode the beat to no degree
Tappin on the ovaries
hundreds you talking boy u in the way
Ooo oooo
I think I got the juice
Ooo oooo
I think I’m who she choose
Ooo ooo
They tryna watch my moves
You can not kill
B-I-G up on the east shore
West coast lore
Curls and the glasses you know who to look for
Ludacris, I'm looting this and back down by my new axes
I pop
life
Sunday blunts call that a Billy Graham
When I don't got enough, you find out who I really am
Stand by, gotta give my son a hand five
Tryna show
I had to really go and get the bag
Father forgive me for I'm taking risk
I got da bag
Then I fucked it up cuz I got distracted by a bitch
I ain't get
all on my plate
All of the thugs in the back
They shooting craps and they got The strap just in case
So stay in ya place!
Who tryna play i came
he got another year
Even the judge wanna see that nigga get cut in there (by a Blood)
Tekashi really told on all of his homies (he a rat)
His baby
When I first stepped on the scene, niggas was petrified
Jet back to the lab like they were being chased by homicide
My rap flow does you like Tical,
When I first stepped on the scene, niggas was petrified
Jet back to the lab like they were being chased by homicide
My rap flow does you like Tical,
When I first stepped on the scene, niggas was petrified
Jet back to the lab like they were being chased by homicide
My rap flow does you like
When I first stepped on the scene, niggas was petrified
Jet back to the lab like they were being chased by homicide
My rap flow does you like
the job done!"
(When I've got a couple drinks in me, I'm known to practice apathy!)
When you see me stagger
Know I'm being antagonized by what you can't
By nature we get naughty
Want 100% of your twelve play
Confessions, you're gettin' in my way
Can you stand the rain like Bobby
Who gon' keep
leaving all that bullshit behind
I kno a lot of people saying its about Damn time
I Hit da reset on em
Still got a reach up on em
So i Gave myself a stretch
dem on
got my hoodie
My vest dem on
Chopper round me it's war
If u try me then nigga it's war
Niggas round me is tough barely by looks my niggas enough
hatin' on me, I hate myself
They say you are who you're around, I just stay by myself
Real G's, move in silence, sippin' champagne
Pre-rolled joint, got me
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Too much juice too much juice (She Got)
Too much sauce too much juice (yay-yuh)
Me and you me and you
Getting
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