My life the fuckin´ business, in here collectin´ digits This shit could get explicit, got a sweet tooth for these bitches
Yeah, burnin´ through these meal tickets Shit could get wicked (Mic check) Lights, camera, action Slow burn, no crash Now that´s a lot of ash The fuckin´ main attraction Let´s get this shit in order, I am the top of the total Time to reload and we blowin´ the smoke out your motor Come get in closer, yeah I know you smellin´ that aroma House hold name on every motherfuckin´ corner Ring ding ding, she fuck me right then I´m a goner Ting ting, then we toast into this marijuana Now how many licks does it take just to get to the center of a cupcake?
No time to pump
School of hard knocks took the long way See the fuckin´ cops in the busy hallway Made it out the hood, now it´s Broadway Y´all motherfuckers better leave them kids alone
These niggas can´t afford to go to war on a budget (Nah-ah) Say my name in the wrong sentence and I´ma pull up and touch it (Yup) The repercussion in this bitch, it sound just like a percussion Have your deep cover cold case under the rubbish Yeah, murder was the fuckin´ case That´s the killer Cali way Ricky in the alley way, just another Saturday Drinkin´ gin and juice while these bitches was sippin´ Alizé
It´s just a matinee, watch me blow a bag a day
School of hard knocks took the long way See the fuckin´ cops in the busy hallway Made it out the hood, now it´s Broadway Y´all motherfuckers better leave them kids alone
I started out with nothin´ and took this gangster shit worldwide You know a nigga always into somethin´ I couldn´t even help it if I tried Now this is fair warning, nigga, final notice Back outside and movin´ on this locomotive Hot as fuck, but still keepin´ a cold shoulder You outta luck, success the sweetest hangover Game over (Over, over, over)
Guns on the bed (Yeah)
Aye
Phone on don´t do not disturb Two Chevys in my grandma´s driveway, notice not the birds Prescriptions and a medicine cap that I got wide reserved Guns on the bed, the chopper mine, the pocket rocket hers You actin´ nervous around killers, you got a lot of nerve She wanna slide, I´m at the top, you know that top reserved You sheddin´ blood, that´s murder and your name get hot as Zurn My shooter´s quiet on the set, you on here, not a word (Hush) Used to givin´ my all, fuck a minimum wage
Tryna make me a slave, that´s how villains are made Had me feelin´ some way, stuck in my feelings some day Windows get tinted Sunday, pillage to fill it´s Monday Just another day at work (Uh) Feelin´ like I´m on the verge Get the urge, don´t wanna Purge Shit get deep, spoken word Met this bitch in Sherman Oaks, I bet she fuck with Sherm Smokey in a pigeon coop, look like she ducking worm Baby daddy on her back, every time I bust a turn Bitch keep lookin´ right to left, that shit not my concern On Long Beach Boulevard until I get to twenty-third
Put us in the jungle, we leavin´ out that bitch in furs I´m talkin´ his and hers, DA Tryna switch his words Murder was the case, but you know what the witness heard (Nothing) Nigga bumped his head, musta hit a nerve Scratches on a statement like the 4G, I don´t see the curve I see you for what you is, with my vision blurred Don´t make a nigga sign a phone and sit without a signature You know this shit could get ugly as Forest Whitaker Make your bones chillin´, you feelin´ all in your fibula I be home gettin´ my dick sucked with the semi-tucked
Frequently knee deep in some pussy and still don´t give a fuck Girls with that big fist tryna connect some Parking lot pimpin´, tryna collect some Too rich to make poor decisions Too many die for attention They prey on you, no religion Don´t let em play with you, might have to kill some Niggas that change on you, pop, career done Hittin´ them chains on you, locked in prison A nigga out there movin´ right The shit you bitches do for likes
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