My nigga Red been assisting me with holding my head
But I can't focus cause so many niggas in the street on some bread
And it been * with my mind lately
How could it be greed if all I want is just to touch whatever's mine,
baby?
My 40 acres and my mule, my mansion and my yacht
Might take a little time for me to
sit good to live and cross the night
But I won't stop until I'm clutching my fingers
You better move
Cause I'll be busting my nigga,
nobody knows all the trouble I've been through
Been so broken and embarrassed,
couldn't afford a toothbrush,
fool If it wasn't for my nigga Sherman Miller,
man's gonna be in great,
oh,
off with me soon
Chop a lot, OG Ron C,
wrecking your heart The life of Joseph W. McVay
Zero,
chopped up and I slopped up
What up my nigga Trey?
My nigga Red been assisting me with holding my head But I
can't focus cause so many niggas in the street on some bread
And it been * with my mind lately How could it be
greed if all I want is just to touch whatever's mine,
baby?
My 40 acres and my mule,
my mansion and my yacht Might take a little time
for me to sit good to live and cross the night
But I won't stop until I'm clutching my fingers
You better move Cause I'll be busting my nigga,
nobody knows all the trouble I've been through
Been so broken and embarrassed,
couldn't afford a toothbrush,
fool If it wasn't for my nigga Sherman Miller,
man's gonna be in great,
oh,
off with me soon
When I was hungry,
plus a plate to lay low Running up and down Reeves' band,
slinging down to niggas
Performing for my hood niggas,
spitting rhymes and riddles Sweating for
staying on our grind because of the shiny dip
And from then we knew I was time to get it
Everything is like a campaign But
still I feel I'm living for the same
All I ever wanted was just to keep my chain
It's a shame it's my only type of mind
Everything is like a campaign But
still I feel I'm living for the same
All I ever wanted was just to keep my chain
It's a shame it's my only type of mind
It's in my blood,
it's in my body,
it's in my soul Getting paper been so important since I've
been on my own Don't nobody love me in this cold world
* you bitches cause the hatred I got for my old girl,
I'm with some motherfuckers I ain't trying to hear it,
I ain't trying to know ya Unless you be
a hustler bitch trying to come up over us
I'm like a mail gun with a rail gun I'm so focused on my mail son,
might need a mail gun
* you bitches,
I love my bitches,
go get it for with March Cannibal in these killing fields,
tired of hanging on this throne
Witness to Jay Fritz running us off To Jay
Lopofsky I'm like Jay Fritz running us off
To Jay Lopofsky I'm like Jay Fritz running us off
Rapper Lopofsky I'm like Bob Severs cause we all be running our route
But long it ain't no Murphy for the weak that'll be strong Cause it
be crucial all this romance * that be going on Try to maintain it,
don't let it pop,
get drunk,
go insane man To win it just to stay in the game
Association bring the boss in relation
to the rapper,
that's what I've witnessed Kicking it with the jitters,
got me begging
for forgiveness This record label presidential,
think they live
like me?
Think they can jump up in this rap game and survive like me?
They living fantasies nigga,
trying to hold on to my name
They can't sell records without me,
that's a goddamn shame
Whole nigga get your own hustle Every time I fix you can't reject
Cause you can't live it with your own muscle Weak bitch,
every time I speak
Bitch niggas listen,
plotting on removing me from my throne
They try to throw me in the * prison But
it's all good I can take it cause I eat * out
But me you seen I'm having things in my dreams I can't get it out
Long dead the child that can double his fetish
Ducking and dodging trouble times to trouble times
Come get me,
I'm trying to get a big ass piece So leave me alone and live a life
While I can leave both of my pencils at home
Everybody is entertaining the heavy hit players
I'm a step up and I'm with the brothers today
I'm not ever one of them big fat bitchy minds,
man
Only the shakers, my only paper mouth, man
Every day, just like I can't lay, man
I step up and I'm with the brothers today
I'm not ever one of them big fat bitchy minds,
man
Only the shakers, my only paper mouth, man