I go game, bitch.
I always put it in they face.
Made a salt on a light thing with about on my waist.
Moo Op-Hack got me laced, bitch, I smoke Mego to the face.
And ain't got no time to wait I gotta fuck on up for a date And shit, I fuck for free
They'll probably make you pay.
Yeah, that's all you niggas say.
And the way I hold my dick, I'm starting to think you niggas gay.
I can't let that shit get to you.
They gonna love you, they gonna hate you.
Without that bag, you are nobody.
Battle with the paper.
Rap a nigga like a tape.
Mix and marry with the beep.
Gotta bet you hit the...
When she can go work on her shape Before a little nigga like me to trick you too hard to escape
I built this shit up from the bottom.
All I had was hope and faith.
You was going to school, bitch.
I was getting great.
He was going to class, bitch, I was going to chase.
Running wild up in his jungle.
Before I pray I be trying to kick the cup But bitch I'm too stuck in my ways I be trying to duck my feelings But I can't feel it
From my move I came Papa York to start the day And hope it take me out of space All he seen was that Drake and get
to see my killer face, and the top of every coast, moves city J's I've got to
Every day I'm getting paid.
I'm broke as hell.
Public aid.
I keep my heat.
One way.
I should wear like Monet Ray.
Your boyfriend pass all his plays.
I'm just praying for better days.
I love my best.
in my face.
