R.I.P.
gang
Good music
Death Jam
I love my family
Yeah
The nerve of ya
He'll sit and flip at your lines like he ain't heard of ya
I seen it happen before
That man'll murder ya
The lowest form of a thief is a cat burglar
Tip toeing but the whole world cloning
The elephants in the room,
the bitch glowing Like a ghetto girl with the good weave sewn in
She walk like it's slurs but the whole world knowing
Told niggas it's the new God flow It's
that New Testament and the old God knows
And you new niggas don't get the pass
go I monopolize boardwalk empire flow
So don't mention me in the same breath I'm getting gifts
Just venting I never wished to be famous
Truth told I'd much rather be strangers
Before leasting me turning niggas to angels
Local niggas hating but I can't blame em
Clear the road to the riches but I can't pave em
Put Trey up on ya hook still couldn't save em
Better chance with the snowball hitting Satan Dreams money can buy
Three racks just spent on my Marty McFly's
Now I'm back to the future my career deja
vu ya when you motherfuckers thought I would hardly survive
Don't * with me
Don't * with me
Don't * with me You see,
it's a lot of people out there to
be * with
Don't * with me
I am not one Don't * with me
Re-up gang Don't * with me
Don't * with me Rappers on they sophomores acting like they
boss lords Fame such a funny thing for sure
When niggas start believing all em encores
I'm just the one to send you off Bonjour See
yourself as I pull up in that mirror tint
Skins vs blouses you mirror prints
Chappelle show all of your Neil Brennan's
Sketch comedy who is for real penning
The talk don't match the leather
The swag don't match the sweaters
And wolves don't walk with shepherds
These Margiela vs all you mall dwellers
Off the rack suits looking like pallbearers
Coffins for my old bitches orphans Daddy's MIA like a dolphin
Play the Fendi bucket like a shark's fin
Cool J in on you bitches but I'm dark skin
We walked in Seats courtside
Dab Diddy Will Ferrell on my walk by
At the US Open it's much more the Queens
Versace blue blockers roll behind or a scene
Dreams money and buy Three racks just spent on my Marty McFly's
Now I'm back to the future my career Deja Vu
you when you motherfuckers thought I would
hardly survive
Don't * with me Don't * with me
Play clothes holiday In stores 10-15
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