away I wanna feel rich when I'm broke Feel young when I'm old I may never hit gold But you know I get the feeling Up when I'm down Even strong with
] I really wanna be with you (be with you) But I gotta be real with you (real with you) I can't leave you alone (lone) And I know I'm living wrong. But
Dior I done popped 'till I sweat a christ in a pore But I do it again if you missed it before Its no big deal I'm so big wheel In them little cars with
stelleto shoes And shorty showin off her legs for me(and I feel like) Mr. Baskin robins (they all look like) Good as 31 flavors(and I feel like)oh S**
I'm a ass I'm sick of these roaching niggas, trying to get inside of my stash Bitch it ain't gon happen, fuck rapping cause I'ma get you And have your
Even though I'm, trying I feel as if I'm headed to prison Or headed to the grave, could it be I'm running out of time Feeling hopeless, I lost my mama then I
dude that sing 'Right Thurr' he glistening" I ain't come to talk (talk) I ain't come to sit (sit) What I came for was to find out who I'm gon hit, aww
should I lie, when I can dramatize? ni**az fell victim to my lyrics, now traumatized Simply by spittin I've been blessed given riches, enemies suspicious cause I
was killin me How can I be sure I'll be saved soon? Catch me dip into the light, of a stray moon It's gettin deeper now, let me get yo' mind right Fuck
22 C just creep on a wagon, I'm ace hood I'm just trynna live lavish, Straight from the hood were the blocks be savage, I here 'em talking, I'm just tryna get
me mr bombo you drunken dan fambo da one ya name dancehall it no pretty like tango no badda try disrespect king selassie I a big man like you deh pon
I'm here Nigga I'm on fire yeah and I'm every bitch's dream One, two I'm coming for you, I'm a big old (big old) Nightmare! Nigga this the slaughter stepping
But I couldn't think of anything good to say So the big ballad strings will never get played Pretty melody I wrote will never get sang Piece of paper that I
Let me stop I forgot this was a big show And being dope made you broke I ain't piss poor I'm big poppa plus I'm 2pacalypto My mind is a weapon what I
[feat. Mr. Hudson] Man I wish that I could kill her I wish that I could still feel her Now I'm at the club looking for a fill up Bar tender make sure