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