my friends I'm not looking back at these empty promises but I can't believe that every word you said it's still running through my head. It's still running through my head
m too smart too Put one of my partners right through culinary art school Now he my personal chef so that bread he get it Put them all in houses cleaned up all of my
hear me And you with me now, got my life right with God You hatas come and get me now, fifty rounds Is what I'ma destrand, that's on my mama God rest
to back To my people in the world, where the fuck you at? Where my niggaz is at? Where my niggaz is at? Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches
Wake up motherfuckers, I traded in my white Nike Airs, For a red pair of Converse, Back to the hood, My own *****z acting like I turned my back on the hood, I use my
Yankee cap cover my eyes, stand in one spot I take a nigga dough, send him home, to a shoebox You lost that nigga I put your dollar in the jukebox Hear my
, kid But Lord forgive me, I gots to keep my Milli right Vi-near me My nine be doin fine until these niggaz wants to clear me off my street But in my
my cocaine mortgage, In the game like tony parker, snow white range and my partner pocket, I'm back on them thangs that's my only problem, homie I put
smart too Put one of my partners right through culinary art school Now he my personal chef so that bread he get it Put them all in houses cleaned up all of my
say I don't wanna roll over no toes in my rolls You dig what I'm saying You just back up let a pimp pass through you dig Ha ha ha ha [Chorus:] Beamer
In these muthafuckas eyes did you see it? I'm gripping these curbs, skur, did ya heard I love 'em, my fellas, my furs, I fly like a bird Chicken heads
checkin' through my rearview with my hand on my heat Cause hatas can't stand to see a nigga doin' good but fuck Hollywood I'm a still bang the 'hood Gettin' my
