Trap a lot.
OG Run C.
Ricky Yard.
Uh oh.
Y'all mother fuckers.
* up my ass.
See where the cookies?
Motherfucker don't see nothin'.
Dead nigga don't give a * with Rap Alive.
Trap's fine.
I hear y'all don't like that.
* y'all.
Feel me?
I'm a nigga hungry and broke.
I go through some mood swings.
Leg down motherfucker.
I got kids to feed.
I was on the block but it was too slow and zero needed with speed.
Do I suffer from greed?
I gotta get some cash quick.
Cause I look back on my life.
A nigga ain't never had *.
50 back to get me through the night.
150 bought my property.
Then got a room.
*'s sour than shave.
Then chop on choppin' water bounces off some big hoes.
Givin' fees,
geekin' and stuffin' resets like pillows.
I eat on the block and sleep on the block.
Then I retreat on the block.
Burnin' out of town.
The birds about to feast on my block.
I'm caught up in this game of chase.
Mama's little boy know I'm on my grind.
Starstruck and I'm just tryin' to eat.
Gotta get up and go get rich.
It's supposed to be a millionaire about to lose my mind.
They got me by the mouth.
The panties put Benjamin B. screamin' so I chase
him like the law until my jury is gleamin' and my
pockets are so fat they look like tennis balls.
I'm addicted to the rule of all evil.
I'm mad at jets.
Catch me if you can.
They got me by the mouth.
The panties put Benjamin B. screamin' so I chase
him like the law until my jury is gleamin' and my
pockets are so fat they look like tennis balls.
I'm addicted to the rule of all evil.
I'm mad at jets.
Catch me if you can.
Just like a *,
breaking them still with one of his heel bitches.
Then for the fatty,
zero will kill niggas and kill bitches.
Drinking for the ruthless to arrive for life.
Motherfuckers don't cooperate.
They gon' slide tonight.
I'm feeling ush until the purple when it's cold.
When it's cold I doze,
when it's Sunday on a Sunday I wanna roll out on poles
With a pocket full of money,
can't be friends,
friends
But a nigga don't feel like hanging if he ain't got no ends
So I hustle like I'm outta my mind,
everyday before harass
Hustle people they take me out of my grind,
I'd rather hustle like I'm outta my mind
Everyday before harass people they take me out of my grind
I'd rather die six feet under than to feel broke
It's the grain sometimes the only thing that gives hope
Caught up in this game of chasing though
I'm not my good little boy no more
I'm sick of being on my grind I'm
starving I'm just trying to get food
So I gotta get up and go get breaded And the
rest of me and me and everybody lose my mind
People on my story goes,
don't distract from Mr. Lynn To get this money
I make sound of Kelly just like Ronald R. E. Ho
Gotta get that dough,
I gotta get some ends * my friends,
they only come around when those old mills wheels spin
Phone and motherfuckers,
I'll be broke Jackass,
but I got short arms and deep pockets
for potluck bitches when they be
I want my mama to see me rich while she's dressed in
a piece So God bless the Brits for investing in me
When I let you down,
never ride until I die,
die until I ride Even though I'm not your daddy,
I've been known to slip and slide
Up off of the residence for TV,
VCR or whatever I can get I get it today or tomorrow
Cause my newborn baby be bawling at the top of his
lungs So my money making spree is just for guns
International bread,
that nigga be getting immaculate head We
been hooked up to get international bread
Out of this game of chasing though I'm not my good
little boy no more I'm sick of being on my grind
I'm starving,
I'm just trying to get rid of it Though
I gotta get up and go get this bread
And I wish to be a millionaire without spending my money