LYRICS
作词 : J. Phillips/D. Carter/Marcello Valenzano/A. Lyon/B. Pickens
作曲 : J. Phillips/D. Carter/Marcello Valenzano/A. Lyon/B. Pickens
I'm as real as they come, I follow the rules
I'm still in the hood but I probably should move
Made enough money, I don't **** around
I just felt they needed me, so I stuck around
Feds got my man, shit is real son
Cause my god son just became my real son
Think life is a game but all you get is a turn
You live and you learn, either you freeze or you burn
Kush in the air, I'm pus*ing the gears
Love turned into hate, hate turned into fear
If it ain't right, I don't sign the deal
Shoot me in the watch, I got time to kill
Gasoline, propane, ain't no salary cap in the shit game
Ain't no collective bargaining on cocaine
So in other words bitch, do your thing
Mind in one place, heart in another
Please pardon my brother
He's just angry at you bitches who don't have your heart in your rap shit
And got too ****ing comfy, cause we still ****ing hungry
Young Money, got the munchies
Faded, ****ing faded, aww yeah I'm ****ing faded
They tellin' lies about me, aww yeah i must've made it
Rikers Island on this flow, 8 months for that pistol
But at least they had some bad bitches workin' in that shit hole
Ahhh, 3 visits later, I went and did it major
So **** the judge, and the jury, and the litigator
Watchin all these kids who thought they had it figured out
And then November came, they let my bitch out
Stop playin, I ain't with that bull shit
Bitches act like bitches. Shanaynay, oh my goodness
This is Wayne's World, and y'all are just some tourists
Give me three wishes, I wish, I wish, I wish, you would ****
Brand new bitch, bitch good as baby powder
Two glock 40's, bitch you got 80 problems
Swimmin' in the money, Imma need some ****ing goggles
Its better to give, but we don't give a **** about 'em
I just came home, shit then got real hoe
Lil Weezy-ana, the boot bitch, steal toe
I ain't workin with a full deck but I deal hoe
I just touched down, kick the mother****ing field goal
Talkin 'bout baby money? I got your baby money
Kidnap your bitch, get that 'how much you love your lady' money
I know you fake bitches, press your brakes bitch
I'll take you out, that's a date bitch
I'm a grown ass blood, stop playin with me
Play asshole and get an ass whippin'
I think you bitch cat ha, hello kitty
I just throw the alley-oop to Drake Griffin
I lay em down, tempur-pedic
This shit s a game of chess, you bitches think its cleavage
Its young money, yeah 'tis the season
I give you the business, bitch this a business meeting
My bitches hungry, my bitches greedy
Will I die a bloody murder? Dear Mr. Ouija
Bitch, I'm straight, my girl a faggot
Potato on the barrel, pop pop tater salad