Bentley doors, hopping out of Porsches Popping up on Forbes lists, gorgeous, hold up Niggas thought I lost it, they be talking bullshit I be talking more shit, they nauseous Hold
to talk on it Get this to a Blood, let a Crip walk on it Fifty-thou to style on this I just don't need nobody to smile on this Y'all niggas singing too
of what I spendin' Tryna chop it up, but I ain't the karate kid Jaded, everyday I'm spending more on her I don't buy shit, like I barely hold the door
doors, hopping out of Porsches Popping up on Forbes lists, gorgeous Hold up, niggas thought I lost it, they be talking bullshit I be talking more shit, they nauseous Hold
game got me, hold up Here we go again Just spent a hundred of that brown paper bag money, all on timbs And the bad *** all on him 'Cause the cars that
on top, I aina??t a Rockefeller, but I hold up the rock, and then aina??t nobody going stop, me, From doing my thing in like big talk. On my body I cana
Any nigga out of order must be serviced See now now you hesitatin' boy you makin' me nervous The Feds know I clap heat felonies on my rap sheet Front on
is to serial killer as what a pill is to me Killing so villianously, still as minical on the niquil, as psycho as michael myers You know what wea??re like on
dead So from now until forever you're stuck with the kid I ain't supposed to be a boss, I'm supposed to be an enforcer I'm supposed to hold a gun, not
wouldn't hurt you I pistol whip that nigga 'til his face was purple I need anger management, see I hold on new broads The same way I hold on to that
'Stood with my kid on the lonely windswept beach The winter sun was on the horizon And we were both out of reach She ran ahead of me looking for the next
she a real chick Lookin for a real player to adore ya But look no further, I'm the player for ya Sittin big on the 20 somethin inch thangs Leanin on the
in a long time and I don't do this s***, like Runnin' up on hoes, ?What up, ma? I'm X? 'Cause you know how this goes, come on, ma, I'm X We just chill
Now he got jealous and mad at my shine Making silly tapes, I'm always on his mind Nonsense, not to be obnoxious kid Mega, for the record, you could suck
go" I'm tired of weak ass niggaz, whinin' over puss That don't belong to them, fuck is wrong with them? They fuck it up for real niggaz like my mans and them Who get it on on
, don't talk a lot if you can't hold it in lock If you think lips sink ships, imagine full glock clips I hold a glass of Remy Martin gettin' milks by
' bottles in the alley On some villain shit, wearin' a mask like Jim Carrey With his gat cocked, stinkin' up the crack spot Pace 1 dies with both eyes on
kid I didn't have the balls That's when I realized I'm pumpin' too much Biggie Smalls Come on M to the A to the S to the K Put the mask up on the face