Rocafella's the kid
Your digits ain't fam, it's like you're lactose and tolerant We got fridges for the load attire man Betta keep ya set up million dolla man soon to be we up Get wet up, I been fresh since a little one I school
The others travel the little gun force one's See my rocket's set, speak my name and I it wet How can I forget see the game she the I tried to get in grats hey
Man them bitches bought the gift and the curse and The off the track hey, bitches please same C won't gas me Your boy's classy for those who don't Chris He like hypnotics mixed with Henney ferocious
Toasters right beside and extending ya suppose to Open fire on any nigga that us Fucking roaches most of my niggas the pro-jects 40-o-ez fuck a moette, mo' money mo' sex, no more
And for the cut I take it out on my ememies, taking out all my Any coward a friend to me, if he bring the pain, we flowers And memories and that's real, my hand and see if my Cards reveal, had to see of the hardest squeal, ya'll guard ya grill
Got a whole lot of loving, got a lot of soul Round a whole lot of but baby that's how I roll Round a whole lot of niggas, a whole lot of hoes Make a whole lot of becuz I'm sick with the flows
Mamis they niggas, yeah, leave wit a nigga, yeah They like oh that's that young that Sigel be with, yeah I think he ready ohh I gotta roll it up, they be like bitch You can get it as you old enough
killin' me, yeah nigga, I can tell you why these thugs ride Tell you why thugs die and to the day of my demise I'm blowing, I'm blowing my la-la-la-la-la-la, till' I come in off high Till these polies me, till these pricks still to me I'm doing me
I'm running crazy through the city the two and letting my thing Quake on these noonies for even think they can do me dirty I'm nine cluching on the west of Philly exchanging my war with all of my little homies playing the MOB Who just to get a job so they back
And forth in and out of these correctional I'm phone calls from him every week, laughing 'bout how the whole block feeling me And how he coming home he ride for me See that to be me so I feel him I got love
Got a whole lot of loving, got a whole lot of Round a lot of thuggin' but baby that's how I roll Round a whole lot of niggas, a whole lot of hoes Make a whole lot of digits I'm sick with the flows
Mamis they niggas, yeah, leave wit a nigga, yeah They like oh that's that young nigga that sigel be with, I think he ready ohh I gotta roll it up, they be like bitch You can get it as you old enough
Yo same o' same o' they want me to work Just a year ago they ain't give 'bout, bot As far as the bank you can't get a up out yours So don't me shit about family, we starvin'
You helped me stay in this group, I beg your I started this before Chris nigga forget Make he come off the hip on what you saying out cha Swelling on the there's no telling if I'm blast
Put it back in bags still to the mass You move fast might crash, so I move at my own Ain't no love loss I got my own taste You put no working hands off my plate
To me that shit is snake, them tell me sleep safe But wait, you niggas cake we don't need no My niggas wiring up the we tieing up the strip
Got a whole lot of loving, got a whole lot of Round a whole lot of thuggin' but baby that's how I Round a whole lot of niggas, a whole lot of hoes Make a lot of digits becuz I'm sick with the flows
leaving they niggas, yeah, leave wit a nigga, yeah They like oh that's that young nigga that sigel be with, I he ready ohh girl I gotta roll it up, they be like bitch You can get it as you old enough
nigga take it how you want it man Take it the gunners ememies won't dispute us They liking heat like in bermuta, I a broad out in cuba Touch ya then recruit cha
lost ain't a loser, been all around the world wit my nigga Jigga ya'll chicken scoopers plenty of She getting a penny of mine I turn buns into the cinnamon kind wit one shot
That one block still a envy of mine, I ain't come from the same I can't run from the pain nigga, and I run from a thing home They act a fool when get hot, I turn the sun into rain though Something the lost another one to the game
From when bodies drop ashame Just a big boy ya Handguns'll bring the big K's And spray back a hundred and change
Got a whole lot of loving, got a lot of soul Round a whole lot of but baby that's how I roll Round a lot of niggas, round a whole lot of hoes a whole lot of digits becuz I'm sick with the flows
Mamis they niggas, yeah, leave wit a nigga, yeah They like oh that's that young nigga Sigel be with, yeah I think he ready ohh girl I gotta it up, they be like bitch You can get it as you old enough
You dudes ain't 'bout nothing but you front and lame Since I was young and if I want it I claim and I got Niggas start blobbin' off names my block at So I got a in the game off my profit
And I that ya'll cant do it no betta so why not get Soon to be legends the label property's The that I'm reppin', two in possession like Who wanna test us
You dudes 'bout nothing but you front and you're lame I was young and if I want it I claim and I got that Niggas blobbin' off names where my block at So I got a spot in the game off my
And I lock that cant do it no betta so why not get Soon to be Roc-A-Fella's the label property's The crew I'm reppin', two in possession like Who wanna test us huh? what? Wa?