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Yea C'mon Yea Got some shit on my chest Yea Alright I been livin off delusion Cuz I heard its healthy Pockets growing Labels talkin Hoes been far from stealthy I'm still slightly flyin under radars I practice like its playoffs I lay brick a day I'm out here Tryna build the Great Wall of yours truly I need more groupies And less people tryna get a cut Put your fuckin hands back in your pockets Man you said enough Conversation over Lately I've been celebrating Hardly ever sober True squad generals No room for soldiers I gotta classic debut right here chillin in my holster My shoulders got the weight of my world on them And her world And his world And your world on them I need a Venezuelan Or my Afghani chick from dc To come fuck with my campaign And treat me presidential Leave the politics at home, strictly Lewinsky Then it's back to trying to get a buzz like 50 Cup full of whisky just to level out I only keep kings around me sacramento style You need to elevate your life, you've been living lateral Get you a passion put some dream in a catapult Being broke in America is unnatural I'm just giving you facts You start giving ideas They start giving you cash You start popping a little They start giving you daps You sing a couple fucking hooks and they start giving you ass But I'm not mad at the slightest, The public praises you for what you practice in private You've been cordially invited To my showing out party Reminds me of LA when we had cases of Bacardi, jars of marijuana Rooftop was the lobby, Too young for that money so the girls got wobbly They want the whole crew like motley That was right before 21 I've been fucking the world I'm 'bout to make the money come Fuck what y'all got And y'all squares time is up Because I watched you let the ball drop 1 too many times I've been hiding out in Brooklyn I got too comfortable, I had to re arrange the cushions Get in touch with my chakras Papa just died, I feel in love with some vodka Fell out with the ex, then back in love with some vodka My half brother Jimmy showed up at the wake Haven't seen him since '97 what the fuck do I say! He's got some baby mama issues Shit's been ugly She's trying to take him down, raising money with "Go Fund Me" Damn, on top of that, heroin that took my best friend He hits me up to blow L's But I'm just trying to catch M's Hoes coming out the wood works, They see ya boy building so they trying to get this wood work And if you tan with an accent, uhhhhhhhh(it could work) (Haha) Yup
Writer(s): Russell Vitale Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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