Cp3

Man, I don't give a damn what another man think I'm done chasing pink I'm riding with a mink in the summer Like then I pull a [?] up Swear that I'm a bad niggy for' the season's up I'm re'in up Making sure the stock is right Nowadays got me thinking like it's Harlem Nights With blacks on blacks and plaques on plaques And stacks on stacks and germo-racks Had to hand it to him it was just a dream till i I worked for it Stopped believing in people that didn't work for it And it all came like the kid really meant for it God's gift only paying if I sent for it Saw they left a tight spot but I went for it Now the block's hot every nigga rockin' Ventwood They love me when the struggle start stoppin' Drive to the bank and a nigga start clockin' Yeah And a nigga start clockin' Bang bang Yeah a nigga start What you thought this shit was handed I couldn't have planned it any better Worked seven summers for that foreign leather And the Jag with a tag saying go and get it I been the king since the hair couldn't fit the fitted I'm the alpha and omega translation I'm the greatest revelation Making statements Fuck your patience Y'all been hating I been waitin' Stacking paper Throwing this vacant Time for tasting Feeling like pockin' a four Ain't never happened before so I'm the revolutionary for the canaries with the vet takin' checks from too many bitches Like i'm Mack when i was back in the four Push the Jag no tags down Providence Road Tryna' make enough money for my mama's bills If i really want it I go get it at will To my niggas that's real Young and chasing a mil Young and chasing a mil Tired of niggas saying I changed Tired of niggas saying I ain't ready for the fame I don't even sound like Cole He don't even sound like Hov' Shots all around for my woes If you want to run it it's a go Gleese in the trunk was a legend in the four Heard they live forever like the pot on the stove I been cooking out since back when I was down on And I'm the real reason that you're not here I'm the real reason that you switched gears I'm the real reason t hat you ain't drop your album in the summer 'cause you know the young nigga here And I'm the real reason that you're not here I'm the real reason that you switched gears I'm the real reason t hat you ain't drop your album in the summer 'cause you know the young nigga here Talk to 'em whoa