Lyrics:
Luxury time
Gucci this
Gucci that
Booky flats
Drugs and loot
Hundred youths
Stunt on you
I can't wait my whole life
I've lived here my whole life
Seen
Errbody played they part
Ain't no secret competition you know that move ain't smart
I lived in a Menace society
Where them boys only gat these varieties
And a yeller of your threats
Ain't no tryna scale me back
I checked your balance, you in debt uh
No malice, was tryna spark a plug with you
But the extension
Somebody New
Giving You That Extra Spark
Dipping In Your Goodie Jar
This Could Be By Far
The Worst Case Scenario
Someone Else Zipping Up Your Dress
Or spark one last Marlboro breath
I never agreed with the political elite
I lived to see the day they admit defeat
Well take them losers by their feet
Throw
disrespectin' Biggie
So ya'll that talkin' that
Sound silly lil niggas
I say greatness takes time so
You can't rush me
I ain't from Ohio but nigga my grams
sleeping
I told him I ain't sleeper either
But we're all in this together
Have you ever lived life as broke kid
And didn't know what Hope is
When times got
you ain't bustin' fire, holmes, I'm tradin' yo' ass like Jerry Jones (well, damn)
Gone on and run along, run by myself, I come alone (go)
Drop my
an instance you’ll be lost by tomorrow
Seem the only time we talk is when i talk on song
See we used to have a spark, my only spark is my blunt
Yeah i need
hard core, harder than a Plymouth
It ain't no myth, it's a nigga with the spliff
And a chrome four fifth pressed on ya back
So what you want, nigga?
with
Some chick from Thailand
Cause you ain't lived 'til you empty clips
Whip the Syclone
With enough chips for one crib
In each time zone
Parted us for
with
Some chick from Thailand
Cause you ain't lived 'til you empty clips
Whip the Syclone
With enough chips for one crib
In each time zone
Parted us for
And leavin' traces, other races be mocked
And it sparks a fight, day and night
Dark and light - different types of faces
Faces, faces
And everywhere you
that's a threat
Ima season vet
You a Rookie naw you pussy
You ain’t a KillA boy yu mushy
Gone be the last niggas standing it’s gon be hard to overlook
The sound of gunfire, off in the distance
I'm getting used to it now
Lived in a brownstone, lived in a ghetto
I've lived all over this town
This ain't
The sound of gunfire, off in the distance
I'm getting used to it now
Lived in a brownstone, lived in a ghetto
I've lived all over this town
This ain't
me where we are, and I hate it
But I ain't got the energy to say shit
Can't believe you didn't make it
Lifes been nuts like I'm living in the matrix
I
ain't say it's his point)
Whatever side that you walked on is where you stay at this point (that's where you stay at this point)
Treat beef like next
and run
If you never play with fire
Then you'll never learn
If a spark's in your heart
Let it burn
Let it burn
Let it burn
The past ain't all that easy
now
He would never ride with Ja
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na
You ain't no killa, you a pussy
That ecstasy done got you all emotional and mushy
Bitches
Written by billy burnette, larry henley, and larry keith.
Sometimes love is all that matters
Sometimes not worth goin' after
You never know until
sock it
Ah, oh, I know a place, y'all (I'll take you there)
Ain't nobody cryin' (I'll take you there), no
Ain't nobody worried (I'll take you there)
Of them dudes please believe" "DJs"
"I'll hurt you"
"Ask yourself, do you wanna mess with"
"Clinton Sparks"
" a lot of ma'fucking DJs ain't got
No business
That go to show this ass
Kicking ain't gon bother nigga
Cause it's right back where
You started nigga
Being a son of a Harlem nigga
Now you was made by
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