Shootin' dope, usin' coke, movin' like you the Folks Turk came home, take that boy a three piece Tyga, chinchilla, really ain't no penny pinchin' Plenty killers and I know that Diddy with it Tony Draper, J Prince and ever Jimmy Henchmen Never slippin', got relationships with the trillest niggas Same way Big Ducky do for me in California I handed over records, never charged a coinīut could sense the sentiment, I'm talkin' all along Scott Storch demons in it, which is more poison You stole them boys pub and bought a foreclosure Look you in your eyes, nigga, 'fore I say good nightĪnd pray that Mannie Fresh'll get to see the light Shots fired, home invasion out on Palm Isle Publishin' is a sin, repent, forgive me, Lord Leased whips, bad blood, that shit'll sink shipsįast money comin' slow, you better think quickįuck a skateboard, I went and got a Wraith, boyĬatholic record labels, niggas gettin' raped, boyīirdman's a priest, moans in his synagogue That's when you niggas wish you put your bread up Such a head rush until the day the feds rush Still blowin' thick smoke while you powder your nose Omerta the code, Met Ball, parties with Vogue This little thing of ours, not the ones to tattle on I'ma bring my niggas with me if I lose or winīought a fleet of cars, let the bitches tag along Hard to point a finger when you live a life of sin I really thought you niggas really owned them cars Hug Barack Obama whisper as-salāmu ʿalaykumĪnd wondered what was life like, was it all a dream?Īnd then I met you out on LiveNation datesĬame to the realization that your watch was fake It's so hard stayin' rich and miss the confrontations So us gettin' money, that's just a conversation Me and Trick Daddy come from a common place We veterans so it's better if you go get your army Pistol on me, nigga, ain't no pickin' on me Quick to switch a bitch up, pick up me a thicker shorty
Hit the liquor store, after my Vic authority If I had that opportunity, you know what I'm sayin'?īling bling, was well known to flash money I used to be like, "Yo them niggas so blessed, you know what I'm sayin'?" You can't handle this, nigga, you can't handle, sit down in the corner, shut the fuck up and take notes, bitch. That's all we do, Belaire Rose! Eatin' Wingstop, what you know about Wingstop, nigga? You don't know nothin' about no Wingstop. Yo this Chris Rock! I'm in here with my man Ricky Rozay.
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