t they be mad now." he's trying just to live like a kid. expectations out the window. he's finally doing things for himself. expectations out the window. she's
s finally learned to live like a kid, expectations out the window boy won't they be mad now he's finally doing things for himself expectations out the window she's
Bone, he's still insane And I'm still hangin' with with Lay This nigga Wish Bone, he ain't changed D.J. U, Neek supplied the beat That nigga's still
's a kid Problem is The person he shot was connected He comin' home thinkin' he's sweet and don't expect it Big but he's still young To him it's still
401(k) Man I'd rather be young and shit, countin' $401k. I'd rather die with a smile instead I'm just multiplying the money and dividing the legs B-I (
feel I'm on the level, stayin' mellow, no criticism from the fellows, hello Being keyed durin' a high speed but still don't tap the B.B.'s I'm D.D.,
S.K's, A.R's and Mini fourteens I'm Cashis, the last of the real, with a strap On Pro-sac, D's and E-Pills, it's a rap Get the block on tip, two for
to baby's Maybach My shit is powerful, literally sick, trust me, nigga It's ugly to kill a thing if the bigger I get The more disgusting and fuckin' disfigured it gets Niggas expect
's Maybach My shit is powerful, literally sick, trust me n-gga It's ugly to kill a thing if the bigger I get The more disgusting and f-ckin' disfigured it gets N-ggas expect
throw everybody out the motherfucking room 'Cause they don't fucking I'd like to propose a toast I said toast motherfucker And I am (Here's to The Roc
we've come to? What does it take to follow through? Who is it making you move? It's the F-L-O-B-B-B-O-T-S What did you, what did, did you expect? You
B And fuck your homeboys nigga we can drop the guns I hit your block and we can box for fun Nigga one on one, last to fall is a baller cat It's Death
re not dealin in humanism P.o.w.'s, m.i.a.'s unknown soldiers in unknown graves Let's bring 'em home safe "the f.b.i. continues to look for those
probably be done killed me I tell my son, keep it real, give y'all niggas each a bill So what's the deal, niggas y'all know the deal, uh Who did you expect
the craze Accepted eclectic the phrase that pays Old eddy hayes it's time to blaze One of l.a.'s that's born and raised Now that we've got ourselves
just like I'm startin the whip Puttin the key into it, mentally seein it G.O.D. believin in it, I get a fee when I spit C-L-U-B's I just rip, I'm lyrically
, nah that's a whole other game 'Cuz if I'm forced to pull out, I'mma blow out ya brain Yo, what we feel, never go wit the grain It's Tony Touch and B
guns, that's me The one with the yay for twenty-three, that's me The one with the ice, sliced, coke half price Yoke that's nice, that's me The one that's
