good workin with my hands My generation never understood workin for the man And, of bein broke I ain't a fan Now I stand in the same spot, as my old man My
let you know, I'm hyperactive for those who react too slow, all alone My fleets movin fast, hand in hand with the aftermath, My skills was built to
sold out My gold out, but I'm pourin' my soul out I never change, only my shows get sold out So, what's the science? Don't be defiant My music turn midgets
world Girls want to be part of my world (I'm the king of girls) I like my (Girls) Four inch Christian Laboutins Lips made for kissin' and poutin' I like my
tryin' to tell you somethin' And give some love back to those that loved me 206 Court street and my second mom Tracy Little Keesha and Cole My mellow blow and my
all y'all chicks To make all this money and drive all y'all sick And I never, 'gon, stop remix My own shit is problems whenever I drop Live big all my
somethin' new I'm not a trick, I don't love the hoes I'm not that nigga, in your video But I miss my dough, and I twist my dro And niggas know I be
triple murder by the Feds So I'ma get me a brick, break it down to all O's Sell 'em for six, to let my cliental roll Buy four more ki's sell two, and
all alone, all alone in this house that's not a home I miss your love I once have known, I miss your kiss that was my very very own Empty silence surrounds
all day hustlin' Ya heard me? And this is how we get down at the end of the night After all that grindin' Shit I'm in the club, hoez showin' love Nigga
one button, my roof open like a hard spot Make me throw my diamonds up, bitch, my life was hard knock Had so much kush and Ciroc, bitch, I think my heart
don't choke on the mic I choke a bitch out and my gwap ain't correct Then with my giant hancock, I'll get the cheque I love trucks but drop-tops is
it runnin' through my blood You aint bout dat money, well, honey I don't give a fuck Trynna ball wit a hoodie on cost about a stack Got my booty shorts
looked after he shot It's no love, for y'all 16 bullets Four slugs peace, ain't no bigger thugs than me and C So you got the mighteous touch for all
I close my eyes, and woke up in a Roc chain Now back to reality, my gun and my vest And if diamonds are forever, then I'm Kanye West Take a look at my
close my eyes, and woke up in a Roc chain Now back to reality, my gun and my vest And if diamonds are forever, then I'm Kanye West Take a look at my
the low But I miss my dough and I twist my dro I'm not that nigga that you think you know I walk around with a big four four You front on me, I'm gonna