Lyrics:
ah no be plans
Crossed all my T's you fit check all my rounds
I'm a big poppa big shotta confirming all the pounds
Hilly on the tippy and it's soo
The fuck
They talking shit I'm throwing em to the wasteside
They can fall by the wasteside
Jealous ass bitches you can fall by the wasteside
Broke
all she need now is a baller
Who better fit the bill? I myself, I'm a starter
In the game, you could tell by the charter
G4, Lear, or the Yacht in
black, ready to get a nigga for some yay,
Playin with heavy weight, i'mma end ( ? )
Don't hesistate, better play it cool, shipe
I'm up the big two,
Do you ever wonder what it felt like to live
Have you ever wondered what it felt like to win
Wake up in the morning pay yo bills you ain’t behind
will give when you make a mill
I can make money by standin' still
Yeah you hate me because you're miserable
you were just jealous it's typical
your
get the beats like a pill
I'm at ya crib better have Sloman Shield
Short nigga but the way that I'm built is Big Wilt if he standing on stilts
Credit
seat
You are what you eat
So what you eatin'
Same message to your mind
Be self defeatin'
Sick 'n' tired of bein' sick
And tired of bein' beaten
came straight from above
What happened to the equality
Peace between you and me
A big happy family living in harmony
We need to do better as men
Writing
Bodies stacking
Got no guilt
You be fucking with a baddie got no chill
I be on your mind I know I can't be erased
Big ass, big titties, and I got that
you's the user
Selling drugs to all the losers, mad buddha abuser
But they don't know about your stress-filled day
Baby on the way, mad bills to pay
walkin'
Don't be mad at me because you let yourself go
My gat too big to let my belt show
(But you got a gold belt on?) Hell no
But these chicks think
like 25 rifles
Drop my top and I dip dip dip
But if I pop my trunk you better duck, don't slip
Chrome lips on the vehicle look like they blowing
better known as Overtime
Johnny had a radio and heard all of them songs
Turned and told his Mama one day she would sing along
He had big, dreams
He had
order
Better stay out the way gotta pay for it
I quiet my mind need a real pour
Man I got my ways and I stand for it
And she want a perc on the dance
accomplish and achieve like bill gates
Tryna find my own way
Mind state
Tryna find my own way
Tryna make a man out of me
Tryna view the world in a better scene
my bills with love
I need a big bank
I know that I'm the catch
I'm interacting
Playing fetch
I'm tryna push you to your limits
Are you ready
an M.C. rapper and nothin' else
I keep rhymin' and I do it by myself
Could you be like me? I rap my none stop rhymes
You will never hear pause when I say
get woozy when they smell it
Out my mind yeah if you let these bitches tell it
Supa psychedelic
Yeah nigga I'm just out to get my swerve on
In
useless degree!
I can't pay the bills yet,
‘Cause I have no skills yet,
The world is a big scary place!
But somehow I can't shake,
The feeling I might make,
Big Za shit
Know we stepping on shit
Had to get to the bands
For my brothers and sis
A whole lotta hunnids
A whole lotta crips
Big six, four then we
A Florida boy tryna be a voice for the entire state
They tell me that my ambition is gonna kill me
I'd rather that than be driven by nine to fives I got bills
Yeah we about to take over, New Mexico it goes down
I got this money on my mind yeah I see it, it's too close
Haters in my lane yeah I see you, you too
,cause nah turn by turn
Bitch, what who you going for, better
In the other case, who you're not going for your bro
Put some sense into your sister
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