my garage Stay sky high, fly wit the stars G4 flights, 80 grand large So we lean wit it, pop wit it Vertical Jones, mean wit the top missin? I?m sayin
feelin' to play I'm tryin' to pin the tail on the donkey It goes yes, yes yo, fresh to death balla You can play hard, under pressure I'm stoned We playin
a scandal Put my emotions aside 'cause they can never take my alive I'm a ride and don't cry 'Cause momma raised hell of a thug And if I'm standing
for no one So I'm going back in my people This what ya'll wanted right? You said you wanted the truth So I solemnly swear, that the truth be told I'm
misery We have to have unity in our community We have to work together brothers and sisters (I'm from the ghetto) Yeah, this is Dr. Ben, I'm with Jim
Yeah, turn it up in your head phones Ya know like that shit sound like rock music You know what I'm talkin' 'bout Yea, my man Bruno just stepped in You
breaking law was the norm' The club break about 4 in the morn'd So we parking lot pimp, hit the diner for some grub The squad type thick you know I'm
you Please, baby don't push me away I need you I had enough of the shucking and jiving, duckin' and hidin' I'm tryin' to get to conversation and ridin' 'Cause I'm
'm doin' me, dey see I'm gettin' paid I still be in da hood, representin' for da days Mercedes wanna hate, try to stomp em I'ma fake, o it's all in da
nigga knew is street life Young G's beneth the street lights try not to catch street strikes you better run you see police lights these nights (Squala) I'm
I wear a mean pair of shades They can't see my eyes unless my head is bent you dig
her When I leave you can tell ya friends about my performance And all the time M.O.B. on my mind The weekend was nice baby but I'm back to N.Y. She's
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fo' fifth again Bitches stop likin' me but now they on my dick again See me in that Aston with my chain glistenin' Yeah, I'm bustin' off the chrome, yeah, I'm
sleep we insomniacs You out your weight class, we'll eat you like Drake fast The credits all good motherfucker but I'm straight cash Yeah, and I'm oh
I'm back, I'm on my Dip set shit 20 30 grand in one pocket, foreign car outside Living life fast, you niggaz need to catch up, slow pokes NYC here we
, cash on the chain And I'm flying up lennox fast in the lane They say it's all up in the streets I'm trying to make a million while I'm dodging from
it rain on 'em I'm Rick James I'm rich bitch is what I tell 'em Just left the bank I took 50 from the teller I'm fittin' to make it rain so getchu an