Yo, you what I want? I want the beat to drop right now Niggas be I'm crazy right? You are crazy I crazy, you are crazy At least I don't I'm crazy I think my shit is hot, I I'm hot You hot but you Why they wanna? Man, I don't
the money that makes shit get ugly It's the money that makes hoes love me It's the money makes niggas wanna slug me Man, I the money would make it all lovely Yo, I actually write I do or see The felonies day to day make me say what I say I die my art will be worth more than Picasso's Don't cry for me, for me And if you see them niggas that wet me, for me
Remember the good times, the chips we The we packed And all the bricks we cooked from to crack Let my tombstone read, "I tried" and the start Everything I wrote was my heart So it'll be number one on my chart I get sensitive with my shit, don't fuck my art Sometimes it like I'm playin' but I'm sayin' This shit is real, it ain't a
They say the die young I guess these grimy live a long time Sit in whips, sip champagne and shine Keep your eyes on while I keep my eyes on mine
They say the die young I these grimy niggas live a long time Sit in whips, sip champagne and shine Keep your eyes on yours I keep my eyes on mine
it happened to Stretch then to Pac and Big I'm convinced it can happen to kid So I get vest up I get dressed up In the hood it's messed up, runnin' 'round shootin' shit up If Dom that you drinkin' fill up my cup If you got to doubt me, shut the fuck up Why do niggas act like they when they know they butt? And gettin' robbed ain't a good time to press ya
Duke listen, if you I'ma hurt you You'll get turn to shine later, patience is a virtue Right now you need to do is gimme the cash Forget about your Boss mad, just save ya ass Be a good Boy now, go and get your I seen you it next to the garbage can like it was trash Alright run along I shoot ya ass I hate to do this to you but I need this cash
They say the die young I guess these grimy niggas a long time Sit in fancy whips, sip champagne and Keep your on yours while I keep my eyes on mine
They say the good die I guess these grimy niggas a long time Sit in fancy whips, sip champagne and Keep your eyes on yours while I keep my on mine
I we all gotta go, but I'd hate to go fast Then again I don't think it'd be fun to stick and go last Man listen, if you really really like shit Nigga call Steve Stoute and write ya shit Call him now before I drop for 'cause after I drop I'ma be ya'll niggas like Forty a pop To his own, me? I got it while it was cheap Typical mentality, I know, I'm straight from the
1999's the of the predator, I'm killin' to eat Niggas'll treat you like a egg, you to cop you get beat Gimme your dough, oh, you wore your What a treat You're a generous guy, 'em off or die Man, we 'round here, ain't nobody slingin' pies Look around, nobody 'round here fly Why you 'round here with this shit anyway? You high? See, you done made the wrong move, kiss your ass
They say the die young I guess these grimy niggas live a long Sit in fancy whips, sip and shine Keep your eyes on yours I keep my eyes on mine
They say the die young I guess these grimy niggas live a long Sit in whips, sip champagne and shine Keep your eyes on while I keep my eyes on mine