a lot of game to spit that rap I wanna put a little game to her just like that Too $hort I thought you knew You can't count three and then skip two It
I'm so sick and I'm so tired Of these clubs, I keep crying Every night, I wipe my eyes 'Cause these years pass me by I give up, I'm all in My whole
tree I'm movin' up so I'm celebratin' The girls off the brain but I'm educated Thanks for always, I'm elevating So me an' roll hype get segregatin' I
s fucked up, and I'm announcin you responsible And I'm cut the fuck up, and whatchu gonna do but sit yo' ass there So what? Ain't nothin fair When a nigga
continue to live The position that i?m in is quite an interesting predicament i will admit But you can count on me cos i?m refusing to give in Cos imma
I wasn't VIP then But I was plottin on you I really wished that I had got to know you Before we grew up & I blew up with these Benjamines That way I know
aight When the mic, check counts my amount is cash I don?t shoot out, I get that loot out ?cause I?m fresh Hit you with the gold front rim with diamond
money, I'ma spit what you can feel now I tell the truth so I guess I keep it real now You thought I was ill befo', now I'm ill now Come on with it,
Fresh and Vic a new man Anything come new playboy out I got 2 of that I think I can love that, I can love that, I can love that See what I'm saying?
my wife out while I think I'm on a date But I rolled the Philly and I counted my bread She said, "One more time" and she grabbed my head I'm like wow
extra I drop the top so I can show the stones I got the sour so I'm Rolling Stones I'm popping shit on my mobile phone I never slip 'cause I keep the
snow boots, collecting more cream than a toll booth I grind daily, patriotic like Tom Brady I'm the bomb, baby, 'cuz what I write is beyond crazy I'm
Bounce wit us) Hip-Hop (What? Celebrities, what?) (Street corner) For all my niggas Crack spot niggas we made it Chicken ass mothafuckas, envious bitches Yo, you know what
for takin shots, I knew ocktel like jamaican pots Say you couldnt do it on ya own look at I I had to see to it like crooked-I ha get it, I did it, hit
I'm not a, I'm not a I'm not a, I'm not a I'm not a twinkle, twinkle little star Come on y'all I ain't no, yes you are Up above the clouds so high No
never look sunny Black I'm tryin to live, somethin got to give But everyday's the same old, runnin from po-po Mom think I'm loco, cause I sell crack
for you rap stars feelin y'all clever I'm the penitentiary's sick ward, illest bars ever I ball in the paint hard It's like I'm acceptin bank cards the
it is said Be defensive at all time for instance As soon as I'm elevated out of existence I am no more I can soar Right on the back of an eagle Or look