Smoke one for every time that they fold on me
f#ck these n#gg#s ’cause I know that they ain’t on nothin’
b#tches be hating, they betraying the ones they rode for
f#ck ’em all, ’cause I don’t owe nothin’, yeah
Know I got you if you hold it down
Forever with ’em, know that’s my round
If they stands up, then it’s goin’ down
Know I’m chasin’ money, I ain’t sittin’ ’round
Ridin’ in the car, hundred-some ’rounds
Keepin’ my guard, watchin’ my thoughts
No music on, I don’t hear a sound
Know my mother think really highly of me
Probably why your b#tch wanna f#ck me
Probably why your n#gg# wanna touch me
But you know it’ll turn out ugly (Ooh)
Frank Sinatra with John Gotti in a Maybach
This just me and my engineer, hope it don’t go down, ’cause Lord know I don’t want him ’round that
Facе expression get you bust-up, bеtter watch who you frown at
I ain’t in the mood, they know I’m f#cked up, say I’m good, but it turned bad
It turned spar, bust your head, send you to God
Eyes on just me and my bars, we playing chess, we dreamin’ hard
We dreamin’ large ’bout the money out there
Know it’s a beef for me and beef for you, my n#gg#
He like, “They beef with you, then they beef with me, my n#gg#”
Then I had to tell him, “It don’t get no realer, n#gg#”
He facin’ over forty-somethin’ years, that’s my system, n#gg#
I’m with you, n#gg#
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