Lyrics:
in mind
Break it up!
That is the destruction of the so-called radical man
By 2045
Let's get radical
Watch me now
School's in the yard,
of brown bags
Better grand any man never top that
Cause money and the gat pop those straps
Getting loot in the top drop right back
I ain't playing creep
got these Jews from
Chris Brown bitch my diamonds dancing
Drop a four in a Tropicana
Gang with me don't got no manners
Shorty acting shy I turned that
the line about
Hit man for hire
Tried to set me on fire
Brought the lion out
Im a G
I just shine em out
Just move it
This ain't Nike
So much paper
Fuckin' dreams man
Fuckin' these industry bitches man [Dreams of fuckin' an industry bitch]
In my dream these bitches ain't about shit though
You feel me
and I'm built to blast
Since your girl ain't a freak, well you gotta convince me
Cause I'm all up in the fifth getting straight Lewinsky
And smoking some
and I'm built to blast
Since your girl ain't a freak, well you gotta convince me
Cause I'm all up in the fifth getting straight Lewinsky
And smoking some
revival
Ye nah take me title cause me nah stifle
No man, no war, no rifle
Me day are in the ghetto
Sense it pon' me head stone
If I was a star, word to God
da digits lil nigga yeah yeah
Bitches they into me nigga no I ain't feeling these niggas
Feel like Chris brown cause all I knw is too run
It
And the lie they told us old
They base it on your race
They separate: you black, you brown
You yellow and white face
Then we further separate by
Joining gangs
to forgive me while I'm fillin the uz' up
Demons won't let me see a man fillin my shoes up
I ease 'em wit a sermon, but that ain't hard
When I'm in
get lowered
Them hoes gon' get cut like a sword
I know it, you ain't gotta tell me I already smell it
You pussy niggas eatin' peanut butter
your stomach
Then i go 6 rounds with your woman
She think i'm Chris Brown tell her run it
You know what it is
No remote i'm controlling your chick
I have
until the break of dawn
I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E
I said I go by the unforgettable name
Of the man they call the Master Gee
Well, my
Bitch a boss
Obsessed with getting me Jordan's
Bitch I'm grown
I can get my own
Stop blowing up my phone
Ike Turner Chris Brown
That's the type of time
up ya hands for me, that's how you dance for me
Shake it like ya can, honey
Take it from your man, mami, yeah
Baby, turn around
And let me see
up ya hands for me, that's how you dance for me
Shake it like ya can, honey
Take it from your man, mami, yeah
Baby, turn around
And let me see
to get it like me Imma tell ya what to do
Holla At A Playa (x4)
Now mami if you wit your man and he got cuffs on your hand
When he slipping turn his head
Having conversations with myself
He told me I over estimate myself
Smoking kelp while I'm running from 12
He tripped and he fell, got saved by
the passenger seat
Riding hood, by my hood, ain't no hike in the wood
Life is good, it's so good, live it twice if I could
Man, it's me, once again it's that
is the fuckin
truth bitch
That is the fuckin truth ye I
Ain't gone lie yeah
I won't sweat you (tell me)
How do you want it
Do it in a classroom yeah
she always by my side
She driving but I'm rolling up
My daddy see me rolling up
But heon never hit the blunt
My moma said I know too much
Fuck, ion
(Gangster shit) yo what's good people
This your boy Chris Brown right now
And I'm chilling with my main man KJ
I got the red bitch, got swag like
"Come on, make, make the people move!"
I go to the balls and then ring the bell
Because I am the man with the clientele
And if ya ask me why I rock
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