Listening to this instrumental made me realize why my high school band played sooo much T.I. When he was popping 03-06. These beats had knock, good chord progressions....straight ear candy!
You can tell we went side ways on that one cause straight up and down dont get you very far and nah does 45 to an 80 type life get you somewhere, it's how you approach it and take it in stride
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U dont wanna fwm u dont know me No trust in up in these streets and now and now i feel lonely When u look at me u could see that im my only Only homie no phony If u owe me then blow me Ive lived in poverty There ain't nothing else you can show me keep my head up like a man I understand where im going i had no better plan I made a stand i could show these Fuckers the whole thing im boastin Im roll it then i just smoke it Yea I stay up in my city Im spillin my feelin No pity for any Muthafucka I think he could get it I kill it i rip it to pieces I fill in the creases My jesus i dont believe this Beat just beat it to the limit lemme finish ina minute Yea i get back up and in it Get that gun and grip it Click clack Bust the end bitch That is whats intended If they gon come against me U better duck ya head bitch U get no fuckin smypathy U end up bumpin into me Ur ass history The pen and pad Respect the craft When in fact its simply tremendous yea Forget the bag Lyrical rap is in me 210 is my home U dont want no beef i know Burnin roads take off ur clothes U dont want no problem with me i know Im so dope Light that dro I see words all in the smoke
born with no twin. making decisions to win since I didn't no how. now I got the formula down. forget yesterday tomorrow I'm around. surrounding money sites now. talking about flipping tripple times out loud. haters jealous on my style. but God gonna jinxed em clowns. put a bag in the cloud if you doing better now
Don't stop body rock down mlk blvd look at me shinin dawg I'm a keep it trill for my dawgz big money big cars candy paint on my car 24's on my Chevrolet impala top drops head boppin leaning to tha left leaning to tha right Ballin holdin tha slab up on Cullen Blvd in Gucci suits and alligators dawg call security I'm done
I'm all bout my bizness, I ain't trynna lollygag/ step to me, you get ya dome split, thats a bodybag/ Yea i'll let the shotty blast, duckin when you running fast/ killing rappers weekly, all im missin is a hockey mask/ I blast!!!,! I be bringin the pain, in da club stuntin hard, I be makin it rain/ snatchin ya chain, ya girlfriend givin me brain, i leave my nuts like my chains, i be letten em hang/
i ride on 24s i sip on 24s if i smell a rat i catch it by its toe keep a tight hold wont let go of nun but his soul got him froze ima bad muh fucka i dont keep it on the down low thats jus how it go and i roll with 9s 44s 47s a select few under my clothes aint worried bout a hoe only worried bout the dough the grass grows then its mowed then i do wat i do because im grown on my own rippin the track to pieces i do it off the dome hit the road i did it alone but haters try to gripe and moan
All I do is get bank roll, all my bitches already know, a playa from Texas likes to flow, you already know we break dem boys off flexing and finessin' , stayed in the south , all we know is money hoes cars and clothes just spent 6
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Got barz tight like a penitentiary, send a threat to me/ u no friend to me, all my eyez see iz enemies/ i been a freak, so u betta check ur opinions/ im throat severin while grinnin nd im scissorin/ send my ass to prison my vision is tremendous/ its like u aint listenin, my pistons been contendin/ its ice u been slippin in, i torched a clean path/ been laughed at but im passed that u rap-wack/ i hat trick da track, n mac shit 4 my bag/ n im blowin all dis cash, leaf blowin weedwack
Smokin weed like a boss, ain't got no weed? thats your loss.. look at what i got. 3 ounces smoke it up and my head bounces.. too high.. why am i rapping?
aint got no 24s, but i got 14's, my fucking rims dirty, but my car clean, quick fix at the car wash, yea i handle that, and that thang gonna shine, after a layer of turtle wax, and i aint got no bently, no benz, no beamer, im riding in my chevy, and that thang a 5 speeder, still paying on it , dont got much to go, be happy when its paid, cuz bills suck fo sho, im just a regular guy, i aint never been rich, but dont give a fuck, middle class is the shyt, we stay so legit, and i dress crisp!
They rap about through a pc, and is already live and walk in the street by listening to Justin Biber Giles continue with its movie these lyrics as a crime while i educated listening to 50 cent
