Lyrics:
down now I'm gettin up
I could turn 50 cent into a buck
I could turn 50 bucks into enough (why)
…. Cuz we stackin up
I payed 50 for this beat das all I
(The weed, the hash or the 'caine)
(Afflicted by the pressures of life)
(Or the Desi' being stained on my brain)
Tempted by the sins of life,
better be ready to do that thang
You rep tha jrb and you will never switch
(jrb?) juggalo rydas bitch!
Did you beat your girlfriends who dissed your
or it's life
[00:50:00] Everybody is gon' be alright
[00:52:00] By the grace of God, we gon' see the light
[00:54:00] I go by YT, that's my preference
Honor God with the way that I respect my queen
Put the mission over riches and He blessed my dreams
Until my ashes in the soil I’m gonna rep my team
feeling greedy
Trigger like a hair pin trigger finger receding
Tryna up the score we was never keeping it even
With my dogs trying to thumb through a letter
Hysteria! .. ... Murder!
World we riding with you (Hurricanes)
World we riding with you (Earthquakes)
World we riding with you (Tsunamis and typhoons) World
Shut up
50 years ago they'd have you upside down with a fucking fork up your ass
You can talk you can talk you can talk
You're brave now motherfucker
before now im on a rise
Getting high
Dropping track after track
While your shotting weed on a pedel bike
We are nothing alike
Hit em with an airstrike
and the boys still litty (Yeah yeah)
Chain like fifty (Woah)
Diamond they dance they jiggy
It’s a pandemic (Pandemic)
Says WHO
You might have the virus you ain’t
snooze advice, show me one who's as nice
The stu's my vice, don't play 'round with the veterans, you could lose your life
I'm future nice, and steppin'
Jakkah on the radio where we at
Imma do it like who (I do it like)
Imma do it like who (I do it like)
Imma do it like who
I do it like Aubrey (I do it like
the police out for the money
Homies maintain their composure
Now that we older we sellin' ki's by the doja
Now I'm a soldier motherfucker for the
Chips wanna
link, remember we use to buy food with link
Remember watching the roaches just run through the sink
Now I got three cribs who'da think?
Now I got
lose
Pay my dues ice Cube is with me
We quite nifty ballers making history
By being quick as 50
You ballers, with daisy champ baby
What's your thing
They
who want to look at me funny
But yo I ain't even gonna let them niggas step
If they start to rep I'm gonna rep mutherfucker
I got to set this shit
niggas with bodies who talk pleasantly
(Talk pleasantly)
It's fifty in the drum, twenty in the SIG
(Add it up)
And if I'm lucky, you catching all seventy
shit don't even make no fucking sense
Like having fuckin' arguments for payin' 50 extra cents for barbecue
Saucing on the workers at McDonald's
I
pleasant grove, to Oak Cliff, Ima nuisance, shutin niggas down like a suplex, or a duplex with no rent, 50 couldn’t buy my convo even with he 2 cents
Ima
wheelchair-accessible
Leave you a vegetable, trust,
I have the letters on your FUBU sweater standin' for "Fucked Up By Us"
We thrust into beef now
Grill holds back like
focus, show niggas a flow
Ask me if I want fifty
Tell them give me fifty more
Don't try to play me nigga
We out here getting dough
I got way more beats
whoadies got the stick that aught to chop em down
Boosie bad ass with the drip independent wipe me down
Slap the taste up out yo mouth
You be snitching
overheard
Me
Saying things they cannot comprehend or understand like 50 cent with many men
Many men
Coming in dividends
Money trends
Raising up
Zombie love
We gone mob
For no reason
The way the Whole crew eating
Couldn’t tell who’s the leader
I’m soo fly
Call me Peter
Ain’t need
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