Lyrics:
it's a hit stick (ayy)
I ain't goin' back broke, I do rich shit (ayy)
I fuck my hoes on a pile of money, I got rich quick (ha)
Too rich to go
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not
facts
It ain't fair
You can't win
Slim chance
You gon' pop up on me
Think fast
For you talk up on me
I Ain't mad if you prosper homie
But you gonna come
Day by day I won't get younger
I'm afraid I'm getting older
Life is always getting faster
Can't take me any higher
Escape from fun
Plan to see it all
Married to the money, tell niggas I'm off the market (I'm off the market)
Huh, don't get scared now, nigga
Let's talk about it, pussy ass niggas
If you
raised by DMX the last
Real nigga alive, nah nigga it's still real
Niggas alive tonight we
Real niggas alive, we alive tonight
Bruh, we alive tonight, bruh
you won't regret it
Let me set it out like you ain't never had it
Do it to me, I want you to grab me, talk to me
Tell me how you like it, when you
you won't regret it
Let me set it out like you ain't never had it
Do it to me, I want you to grab me, talk to me
Tell me how you like it, when you
I dont really talk about it cuz ain't nothing to talk about
Can't say I'm lost without you, all I did was lost a partner
But that done happened too
dreamin' 'bout it
And I'm what you want
So stop thinkin' 'bout it
Can't we just talk? (Oh)
Can't we just talk? (Na)
Talk about where we're goin' (na
on the shelf
Won't you to come up here and talk to me
'Cause I get lonesome by myself?"
I was feelin' lonesome too
And I knew just how she felt
And I knew just
the street
He was banging with them thugs
He was asking whata gwan oh What I bleed
Always talk about about my jorney I don't care if it's offensive
Sorry I
the bill
I'm depressed I need a pill
You got molly didn't wanna talk about it
I'm a dummy brain slow like a zombie
Too anxious to be victorious
Ignore
a hunch tell me you don't belong here
Let me switch gears fore I air it out
Give every barbershop something to talk about
We rude here this is not the south
about the dolla
That’s word to my mama
It ain’t my bank account
If you can’t see
The comma
Yeah I’m on grind, ho
Please don’t waste my time, ho
Stay
feelin' the way I'm feelin' about you right now
Baby what you see is what you get
Talk to me, say what it is
Nobody's better by your side, baby
Baby
think I'm sexy
If I fuck her good she gone cook me breakfast
Been about it Since lil jit
Ima Big dawg you a lil bitch
Real estate talk when I'm pulling
to work and trying to act civil
Listen to my managers and ass kiss up
When I don't give two shits about a Netflix series
Try to talk they don't hear me
You
Better watch how you talk, when you talk about me
'Cause I'll come and take your life away
Many men, many, many, many, many men
Wish death 'pon me
Better watch how you talk, when you talk about me
'Cause I'll come and take your life away
Many men, many, many, many, many men
Wish death 'pon me
I put a hole, with me
My back on the wall, now you gon' see
Better watch how you talk, when you talk about me
'Cause I'll come and, away
Many
about it, talk about it, uhhh
You gotta move on
You gotta move on
You gotta move on
Wont you take me to funky town
Wont you take me to funky town
Wont
are more fax
Gang
Slim chance I'm not on top or fuck Rap you can have it back
Won't be the same
Without me
Never be the same without me
Without me
Won't
That's why I laugh
It's adult to adult now, like if I sent that message to any other adult
Get me high
High
High
I won't let you stay
I won't let you stay
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