Hold the kilos, and watch the weeds grow And stacking c-note, on top of c-note And ooh, my mama love me but found a new man Took all that she should
objective is Cuz really that depends On if you got a hit or just a good song that they never ever spend And then that depends on tha genre that your in
Gonna clack that back? cause a n-gga ain't scared I'm that red clay, East of the A? Ya n-ggas get locked up everyday Cops ain't sh-t so I drop that sh
to save Lucille Uh, oh, I imagine you're still wondering why I call it "Lucille" The lady that started the brawl that night was named Lucille And that
Well now I've got a girl Her name is Ruby Lee I'm tellin' you boys She's alright with me She's my baby Yes, she's my baby Well, she's my baby 'Cause she
It?s all in the way That you call out my name In the night just to say That you love me baby It?s all in the way That you touch and embrace me It
Smooth game sweeter than a krispie kreme You tune into my station hope you listenin Turn it up and follow my journey as I live my dream All natural whole foods that
concert full of fans who be fucking with me Counting hundreds fifties, groupie hoes That all love to show me how they drop they booties low Two in ones, that
em) Hard in the paint (paint) I go in every time I got carts in the paint of that joker Chevy ride Ambassador of auto tune, eight-fifty king Eight hundred
? Cause I'm that nigga that they can't stand That teach an African how to say, "Black man!" And I'm that nigga they can plainly see With the nationalist
watch ya tone, call the chief on the phone Bring the beef to your home, make you sleep under some stones Z-Ro the Crooked, but you faggots already know my name
to my pretendings Which forgive you each time Without me knowing They melt my heart to stone And I hear your words that I made up You say my name
them pies out Wasn't born with a silver spoon So recognise when you hear that tune You better drop down low when you hear that When you hear that Hear that
is that surprises me is that I don't really want you to And your shoulders are frozen (cold as the night) Oh, but you're an explosion (you're dynamite) Your name
witches meet, on a night such as this, And the power of darkness is host They come face to face, eye to eye, soul to soul, With an Angel that fell from
martyr, a friend to the woman of shame, You look into the fiery furnace, see the rich man without any name. Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune,
