I’m around the bullshit like a matador
I’m used to the bullshit, it don’t matter boy
Corporate acquisitions, accumulations of wealth
Build with the gods and double knowledge of self
Entrepreneur visions, Moulin Rouge religion
That p***y make a weak nigga break down
So which you want, the cheese or the chicks
You want the chicks but she want the cheese
A b***h gotta eat
I’m havin’ the epiphany you niggas ain’t s**t to me
Worse than the scum in the slum I’m from
I’m a Southside nigga, yeah I’m ‘bout mine
You be that next nigga coroners come outline
You ain’t made of what I’m made of
You a bum nigga with a bum b***h
Your shoes come from Bakers
Counterfeit, fraudulent fakers
What kind of rich nigga b***h look like that?
[Refren: 50 Cent]
You all know when we pullin’ off the lot
Brake hit the button then we pullin’
Down the top
Shine’s on stuntin’ and I’m pullin’ out a knot
Strapped with the Glock won’t pull it out a lot
But front, I’ll make it pop
Y’all don’t do it how we do
Niggas ain’t on the s**t we on (we on, we on)
Everything new
Spikes on the Louboutins (boutins, boutins)
We up, nigga
[Strofa 2: Kendrick Lamar]
Visualize everything I needed and dream (uh-huh)
Penalized every ho nigga that have a scheme (what else?)
Guns in your video get you locked in a beam
Yeah, I kill a nigga quick, no worries, my record clean
Murder one become manslaughter as soon as they brought up
Charity work, parking tickets and no charges
fu*k nigga you fu*ked over your father when he gave you a d**k
Should have been a b***h in pajamas.
I made my first million fu*king dollars
Bought a Bible, oh yeah, God got me
Made my second million dollars, bought a chopper and a binocular
I’m scared, this s**t don’t happen to everybody
I’m on Instagram looking at your favorite singer
Debating on should I fu*k her or jump on her single
20 thou, she got a hell of a adlib
I’m in her mouth like I knew I could have kids
K-Dot
[Refren: 50 Cent]
You all know when we pullin’ off the lot
Brake hit the button then we pullin’
Down the top
Shine’s on stuntin’ and I’m pullin’ out a knot
Strapped with the Glock won’t pull it out a lot
But front, I’ll make it pop
Y’all don’t do it how we do
Niggas ain’t on the s**t we on (we on, we on)
Everything new
Spikes on the Louboutins (boutins, boutins)
We up, nigga
Good p***y for dinner
Bomb kush for breakfast
Deep colored VS stones around my neck, b***h
It feels like a nigga dreamin’
Seat back, music bumpin’, niggas leanin’
Bullseye, that’s what we came for
The bread, now a nigga run the game boy
I should’ve sent the broad to report what’s in the yard
Aloof livin’, I came up so hard
No pain, no gain, it’s embedded in the brain
I’m in it for the grip, motherfu*k the fame
[Refren: 50 Cent]
You all know when we pullin’ off the lot
Brake hit the button then we pullin’
Down the top
Shine’s on stuntin’ and I’m pullin’ out a knot
Strapped with the Glock won’t pull it out a lot
But front, I’ll make it pop
Y’all don’t do it how we do
Niggas ain’t on the s**t we on (we on, we on)
Everything new
Spikes on the Louboutins (boutins, boutins)
We up, nigga
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