The Problem is none of these rappers be real no more
It's hard to feed these n*ggas when you know
That they ain't in the feel no more
f*ck you, if you is a fake n*gga or snake n*gga or foe
And you better watch your tongue you talking to the boss
It's Our-side out to the any side
It's I-side out to anyside
Bullsh*t we are not letting slide
All my youngs go forever slide
All my youngs go forever ride
[ I say ]
b*tch, I made a million of my plug deal
3 years later, I get fancy check still
The Pimp back,I am sipping drank stand trill
I am full on them drugs,about high as my b*tch heels
See i got the key to the streets
I need like more hundred of million atleast
We go on by foreign cars by the fleek
While you out here ride on lease
See i got a b*tch that I'ma leech
That pus*y weak but that head a b*tch
I put some bread on your head
The next day to found you dead to seek
See I already rap into Weezy
I want the bread like meechie[?]
I want the bread like Pablo
I want the Red Diablo
I want the b*tch who can give me the head when ever i plug
I am on the russel westberry [?] sh*t
Yeah im'a cry but b*tch I be ballin
[Holdup]
I woke up this morning and thanked Amen
Then i would look into the mirror
And said to myself, you the man
I never switched up, just stuck to the script
When I got the chip for the Fam
I get high till i barely can stand yeah
I am too fly, i'ma never gonna land yeah
I don't want nothing but them bands yeah
I hope you know I am not playing yeah
Big duke homie right now
If you f*ck around then we spraying yeah
FNL for Bodyguard, 20 Chains looking like it's Mardi Grass
Getting Head and Getting big
Got your b*tch helping me with all and that all
Push buzz started to call
Got a brazy dre of maalyraw
Mixing adding the Xanies
I got you b*tch fanning while she's a star
Counting them nothing but the hunyays
Sip a pine, walkthrough a straw
I throw up them for my dawgs
Throw a middle finger for the Law
Cream T's with my gold Chain that's
A fly n*gga with them hoes safe
n*ggas acting how the hoes act
That's the main reason,that we no play
Rap n*gga from the dope game
Use to p*ss pieces of the whole thang
I seen it 36 so many times, I had to make this sh*t so man
I am back back from the flow change
I am back back to my own ways
For the 1999-2000, Hot boy like a old Wayne
I ain't have killers,dealers ,finessing
Everyone around me got extras
You ain't coming through the struggle oppression
I know that you ain't on my level
Rolle , Brand new thing [?]
Brand new Benz pushing my pedal to metal
I get what i wanted in this b*tch, ain't never gonna settle
See they was trying to count us aside
But we made it, p*ss some OZ from the ghetto