Lyrics:
a billion with a hundred bucks
I'm back in the building
I feel like a billion
Been repping my village, professionalism
I'm up on the ceiling, I had me some
and the Range
My niggas up to par, drop-top Jaguars
Lock on you when you step in the car
Lock-whole you when you step in the car
That's the superstar status
their ears, I got a perfect licking mind
Bout to slide by their crib, point it out and put you down
Take what you want, tie they ass up
Just don't, get,
hurting me
(Tell me where you are, on my way now)
Stab me in the back, bleeding out, need a surgeon
(Tell me where you are, on my way now, your vibe
When it kick you like Van Damme
Diss me out a East and me buck you over Boston
Head a buss like gas pan
Bullet with gunpowder, no Lasco, no lass man
could fix a lot of pain if you help me out this time (Joyner)
Maybe we can undo all the damage, press rewind
Reset the clock and make it so some niggas
downfall when you're goin' like this
Is it the cash or the hash from my stash that compels you?
Gas kids throw me but my crew bring me back
They stay
to handle
When all I need is a one night scandal
And I'ma get buck in here!
Damn lil' momma you know you fit my standards
You're the type to make me grip
niggas resting in peace
and my niggas behind the wall.
See you when I get there you know what I'm saying? (really doe)
So drip with me as I go
die
Who ya know with a flow like this?
Bring em in
What clan you know blow like this?
Bring em in
Take that nigga [that nigga...]
Yeah
Play this shit play it real loud
We keep it hood
You smell the loud
The plug gonna drop it off za come in pounds
Best duck your head
We
When We Were Kids
Written By: Eamon Owen, Logan Millwood
We were the two that always got in trouble
A couple of class clown acting fools
Everybody
the rest
Bring who ever's won a battle, you'll never be the best
Got a chest made of metal, a jaw made of steel
When I put the hands of God on ya, tell me
fishin' out of canals in the trenches
Now a nigga be flossy
Rolls Royce lookin' glossy
Quick to put down a demo to get these haters up off me
I like
it's cold in this world, sometimes it's hard for me to crack a smile
That real shit is going out of style
These young niggas out here acting buck wild
a question mark
Hangs above my head there in the dark
Can't see for the brightness
Is staring me blind
God bid yesterday goodbye
Bring on the night
I
cha
I just been on the lean, x, drop by
She asked did I graduate
Bitch I'm a drop out
My brada serve white
Yea, Jonas
Please send the drop
You know that
Rottweilers
And shoot at him
That's my black friend, he a real black pimp
He got my own car, he don't need no rig
Loan me 6 bucks, I'll pay you back quick
I'm
your tears
Can't watch these people divided up by fear
Too lost in the weeds to consider their needs
You feel me
And if you feel me, do you know me
from The Head Start
Ripped my shirt, but I was far from a Hulk Hogan
Thank God that we moved, my momma got me out that life
Just to bring me to a new
speakin' my language
Yeah, I see you speakin' my language
I been trapped up in my mind, break me out of this cage
Niggas wanna press up on me, but they still
bring out my cash (bring out my money)
You was on Instagram talkin' crazy, now we on yo' ass
All I know is go real fast hopin' I never crash
Where was
Now tell me do you see
Life's so hard on a nigga when you livin' like a G
[Repeat 2X]
Daz in this motherfucker
Alright bwoy, drop that shit
Now tell me do you see
Life's so hard on a nigga when you livin' like a G
[Repeat 2X]
Daz in this motherfucker
Alright bwoy, drop that shit
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