Ain't this what they've been waiting for? You ready? I used to pray for times like this, to rhyme like this So I had to grind like that to shine like this In a matter of time I spent on some locked up shit In the back of the paddy wagon, cuffs locked on wrists See my dreams unfold, nightmares come true It was time to marry the game and I said, "Yeah, I do" If you want it you gotta see it with a clear-eyed view Got a shorty, she tryna bless me like I said, "Achoo" Like a nigga sneezed, nigga please before them triggers squeeze I'm gettin' cream, never let them hoes get in between Of what we started, lil' nigga but I'm lionhearted They love me when I was stuck and hated when I was departed I go and get it regardless, draw it like I'm an artist No crawling, went straight to walkin' with foreign cars in my garage Got foreign bitches menaging, fuckin', suckin', and swallowin' Anything for a dollar, they tell me get 'em, I got 'em I did it without an album I did shit with Mariah Lil' nigga I'm on fire Icy as a hockey rink, Philly nigga I'm fly-er When I bought the Rolls Royce they thought it was leased Then I bought that new Ferrari, hater rest in peace Hater rest in peace, rest in peace to the parking lot Phantom so big, it can't even fit in the parking spot You ain't talkin' 'bout my niggas then what you talkin' bout? Gangstas move in silence, nigga and I don't talk a lot I don't say a word, I don't say a word Was on my grind and now I got what I deserve fuck nigga Hold up wait a minute, y'all thought I was finished? When I bought that Aston Martin y'all thought it was rented? Flexin' on these niggas, I'm like Popeye on his spinach Double M, yeah that's my team, Rozay the captain, I'm the lieutenant I'm the type to count a million cash then grind like I'm broke That Lambo, my new bitch, she'll ride like my Ghost I'm ridin' around my city with my hands strapped around my toes 'Cause these niggas want me dead and I gotta make it back home 'Cause my momma need that bill money and my son need some milk These niggas tryna take my life, they fuck around get killed You fuck around, you fuck around, you fuck around, get smoked 'Cause these Philly niggas I brought with me don't fuck around, no joke All I know is murder, when it comes to me I got young niggas that's rollin' I got niggas throwin' B's I done did the DOAs I done did the KODs Every time I'm in that bitch I get to throwin' 30 G's Now I'm hanging out that drop head, I'm riding down on Collins They like, my nigga back home that young nigga be wildin' We young niggas and we mobbin' like Batman and we're Robin This 2-door Maybach, with my seat all reclinin' I'm that real nigga what up, real nigga what up If you ain't about that murder game then pussy nigga shut up If you diss me in yo' raps, I'll get your pussy ass stuck up When you touchdown in my hood, no that tour life ain't good Catch me down in MIA, at that Heat game on wood With that Puma life on my feet, like that little engine I could Boy I slide down on your block, bike on twelve o'clock And they be throwing deuces on the same nigga they watch And I'm the king of my city 'cause I'm still calling them shots And these lames talking that bullshit the same niggas that flopped I'm the same nigga from Berks Street with them nappy braids that lock The same nigga that came up and I had to wait for my spot And these niggas hating on me, hoes waiting on me Still on that hood shit, my Rolls Royce on E They gon' remember me, I say remember me So much money have ya friends turn into enemies And with these beef I turn my enemies to memories With them bricks they go from 40 ain't no 10 a key, hold up Broke nigga turn rich, love the game like Mitch And if I leave you think them pretty hoes gon' still suck my dick? It was something 'bout that Rollie when it first touched my wrist Had me feeling like that dope boy when he first touched that brick I'm gone
If it wasn't for my dad the dream could never lease, that's why when I rip it's rest in peace, that's why if I'm sorry I am constant go ham cause I don't fuck with pbjs, I remember struggle days. I still have em. Why god in these struggle ways.Screw it. I'm past it, we letting go of troubled games risks, I don't take thoughs, you can't get close I love my clothes, nigga (don't u ever touch me) I put Bennett on 10 rugbys, ten whole balls from one cat in the junkies, Jakes, we don't talk to those I talk to josh, Drake is too close to opposition we don't even get close, if touch me. It better not a been my clothes u better stole my heart baby girl and showed me better hos and better goals.
Ain't this what they've been waiting for? You ready? I used to pray for times like this, to rhyme like this So I had to grind like that to shine like this In a matter of time I spent on some locked up shit In the back of the paddy wagon, cuffs locked on wrists See my dreams unfold, nightmares come true It was time to marry the game and I said, "Yeah, I do" If you want it you gotta see it with a clear-eyed view Got a shorty, she tryna bless me like I said, "Achoo" Like a nigga sneezed, nigga please before them triggers squeeze I'm gettin' cream, never let them hoes get in between Of what we started, lil' nigga but I'm lionhearted They love me when I was stuck and they hated when I departed I go and get it regardless, draw it like I'm an artist No crawlin', went straight to walkin' with foreigns in my garage Got foreign bitches menagin', fuckin', suckin', and swallowin' Anything for a dollar, they tell me get 'em, I got 'em I did it without an album I did shit with Mariah Lil' nigga I'm on fire Icy as a hockey rink, Philly nigga I'm Flyer When I bought the Rolls Royce they thought it was leased Then I bought that new Ferrari, hater rest in peace Hater rest in peace, rest in peace to the parking lot Phantom so big, it can't even fit in the parking spot You ain't talkin' bout my niggas then what you talkin' bout? Gangstas move in silence, nigga and I don't talk a lot I don't say a word, I don't say a word Was on my grind and now I got what I deserve fuck nigga Hold up wait a minute, y'all thought I was finished? When I bought that Aston Martin y'all thought it was rented? Flexin' on these niggas, I'm like Popeye on his spinach Double M, yeah that's my team, Rozay the captain, I'm the lieutenant I'm the type to count a million cash then grind like I'm broke That Lambo, my new bitch, she don't ride like my ghost I'm ridin' around my city with my hands strapped around my toast Cause these niggas want me dead and I gotta make it back home Cause my momma need that bill money and my son need some milk These niggas tryna take my life, they fuck around get killed You fuck around, you fuck around, you fuck around, get smoked Cause these Philly niggas I brought with me don't fuck around, no joke All I know is murder, when it comes to me I got young niggas that's rollin' I got niggas throwin' b's I done did the DOAs, I done did the KODs Every time I'm in that bitch I get to throwin' 30 G's Now I'm hangin' out that drop head, I'm ridin' down on Collins They let my nigga Ern back home, that young nigga be wildin' We young niggas and we mobbin', like Batman and we're robbin' (Robin) This two-door Maybach, with my seat all reclinin' I'm like real nigga what up, real nigga what up If you ain't about that murder game then pussy nigga shut up If you diss me in yo' raps, I'll get your pussy ass stuck up When you touchdown in my hood, no that tour life ain't good Catch me down in MIA, at that heat game on wood With that Puma life on my feet, like that little engine I could Boy I slide down on your block, bike on twelve o'clock And they be throwin' deuces on the same nigga they watch And I'm the king of my city cause I'm still callin' them shots And these lames talkin' that bullshit the same niggas that flock I'm the same nigga from Berks Street with them nappy braids that lock The same nigga that came up and I had to wait for my spot And these niggas hatin' on me, hoes waitin' on me Still on that hood shit, my Rolls Royce on E They gon' remember me, I say remember me So much money have ya friends turn into enemies And with these beef I turn my enemies to memories With them bricks they go from 40 ain't no 10 a key, hold up Broke nigga turned rich, love the game like Mitch And if I leave you think them pretty hoes gon' still suck my dick? It was somethin' 'bout that Rollie when it first touched my wrist Had me feelin' like that dope boy when he first touched that brick I'm gone
Ain't this what they've been waiting for?
You ready?
I used to pray for times like this, to rhyme like this
So I had to grind like that to shine like this
In a matter of time I spent on some locked up shit
In the back of the paddy wagon, cuffs locked on wrists
See my dreams unfold, nightmares come true
It was time to marry the game and I said, "Yeah, I do"
If you want it you gotta see it with a clear-eyed view
Got a shorty, she tryna bless me like I said, "Achoo"
Like a nigga sneezed, nigga please before them triggers squeeze
I'm gettin' cream, never let them hoes get in between
Of what we started, lil' nigga but I'm lionhearted
They love me when I was stuck and hated when I was departed
I go and get it regardless, draw it like I'm an artist
No crawling, went straight to walkin' with foreign cars in my garage
Got foreign bitches menaging, fuckin', suckin', and swallowin'
Anything for a dollar, they tell me get 'em, I got 'em
I did it without an album
I did shit with Mariah
Lil' nigga I'm on fire
Icy as a hockey rink, Philly nigga I'm fly-er
When I bought the Rolls Royce they thought it was leased
Then I bought that new Ferrari, hater rest in peace
Hater rest in peace, rest in peace to the parking lot
Phantom so big, it can't even fit in the parking spot
You ain't talkin' 'bout my niggas then what you talkin' bout?
Gangstas move in silence, nigga and I don't talk a lot
I don't say a word, I don't say a word
Was on my grind and now I got what I deserve fuck nigga
Hold up wait a minute, y'all thought I was finished?
When I bought that Aston Martin y'all thought it was rented?
Flexin' on these niggas, I'm like Popeye on his spinach
Double M, yeah that's my team, Rozay the captain, I'm the lieutenant
I'm the type to count a million cash then grind like I'm broke
That Lambo, my new bitch, she'll ride like my Ghost
I'm ridin' around my city with my hands strapped around my toes
'Cause these niggas want me dead and I gotta make it back home
'Cause my momma need that bill money and my son need some milk
These niggas tryna take my life, they fuck around get killed
You fuck around, you fuck around, you fuck around, get smoked
'Cause these Philly niggas I brought with me don't fuck around, no joke
All I know is murder, when it comes to me
I got young niggas that's rollin' I got niggas throwin' B's
I done did the DOAs I done did the KODs
Every time I'm in that bitch I get to throwin' 30 G's
Now I'm hanging out that drop head, I'm riding down on Collins
They like, my nigga back home that young nigga be wildin'
We young niggas and we mobbin' like Batman and we're Robin
This 2-door Maybach, with my seat all reclinin'
I'm that real nigga what up, real nigga what up
If you ain't about that murder game then pussy nigga shut up
If you diss me in yo' raps, I'll get your pussy ass stuck up
When you touchdown in my hood, no that tour life ain't good
Catch me down in MIA, at that Heat game on wood
With that Puma life on my feet, like that little engine I could
Boy I slide down on your block, bike on twelve o'clock
And they be throwing deuces on the same nigga they watch
And I'm the king of my city 'cause I'm still calling them shots
And these lames talking that bullshit the same niggas that flopped
I'm the same nigga from Berks Street with them nappy braids that lock
The same nigga that came up and I had to wait for my spot
And these niggas hating on me, hoes waiting on me
Still on that hood shit, my Rolls Royce on E
They gon' remember me, I say remember me
So much money have ya friends turn into enemies
And with these beef I turn my enemies to memories
With them bricks they go from 40 ain't no 10 a key, hold up
Broke nigga turn rich, love the game like Mitch
And if I leave you think them pretty hoes gon' still suck my dick?
It was something 'bout that Rollie when it first touched my wrist
Had me feeling like that dope boy when he first touched that brick
I'm gone
I need a version just when the beat drop and last for like 2 mins
HOLD UP WAIT A MINUTE...
Kim Duncan
Y’all thought I was finished?
When I bought that Aston Martin, Y’all thought it was rented?
I fucking love those damn lyrics 😂🔥
@Deng Adak FLEXING ON THESE HATERS IM LIKE POPEYE OFF THE SPINACH
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If it wasn't for my dad the dream could never lease, that's why when I rip it's rest in peace, that's why if I'm sorry I am constant go ham cause I don't fuck with pbjs, I remember struggle days. I still have em. Why god in these struggle ways.Screw it. I'm past it, we letting go of troubled games risks, I don't take thoughs, you can't get close I love my clothes, nigga (don't u ever touch me) I put Bennett on 10 rugbys, ten whole balls from one cat in the junkies, Jakes, we don't talk to those I talk to josh, Drake is too close to opposition we don't even get close, if touch me. It better not a been my clothes u better stole my heart baby girl and showed me better hos and better goals.
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Ain't this what they've been waiting for?
You ready?
I used to pray for times like this, to rhyme like this
So I had to grind like that to shine like this
In a matter of time I spent on some locked up shit
In the back of the paddy wagon, cuffs locked on wrists
See my dreams unfold, nightmares come true
It was time to marry the game and I said, "Yeah, I do"
If you want it you gotta see it with a clear-eyed view
Got a shorty, she tryna bless me like I said, "Achoo"
Like a nigga sneezed, nigga please before them triggers squeeze
I'm gettin' cream, never let them hoes get in between
Of what we started, lil' nigga but I'm lionhearted
They love me when I was stuck and they hated when I departed
I go and get it regardless, draw it like I'm an artist
No crawlin', went straight to walkin' with foreigns in my garage
Got foreign bitches menagin', fuckin', suckin', and swallowin'
Anything for a dollar, they tell me get 'em, I got 'em
I did it without an album
I did shit with Mariah
Lil' nigga I'm on fire
Icy as a hockey rink, Philly nigga I'm Flyer
When I bought the Rolls Royce they thought it was leased
Then I bought that new Ferrari, hater rest in peace
Hater rest in peace, rest in peace to the parking lot
Phantom so big, it can't even fit in the parking spot
You ain't talkin' bout my niggas then what you talkin' bout?
Gangstas move in silence, nigga and I don't talk a lot
I don't say a word, I don't say a word
Was on my grind and now I got what I deserve fuck nigga
Hold up wait a minute, y'all thought I was finished?
When I bought that Aston Martin y'all thought it was rented?
Flexin' on these niggas, I'm like Popeye on his spinach
Double M, yeah that's my team, Rozay the captain, I'm the lieutenant
I'm the type to count a million cash then grind like I'm broke
That Lambo, my new bitch, she don't ride like my ghost
I'm ridin' around my city with my hands strapped around my toast
Cause these niggas want me dead and I gotta make it back home
Cause my momma need that bill money and my son need some milk
These niggas tryna take my life, they fuck around get killed
You fuck around, you fuck around, you fuck around, get smoked
Cause these Philly niggas I brought with me don't fuck around, no joke
All I know is murder, when it comes to me
I got young niggas that's rollin' I got niggas throwin' b's
I done did the DOAs, I done did the KODs
Every time I'm in that bitch I get to throwin' 30 G's
Now I'm hangin' out that drop head, I'm ridin' down on Collins
They let my nigga Ern back home, that young nigga be wildin'
We young niggas and we mobbin', like Batman and we're robbin' (Robin)
This two-door Maybach, with my seat all reclinin'
I'm like real nigga what up, real nigga what up
If you ain't about that murder game then pussy nigga shut up
If you diss me in yo' raps, I'll get your pussy ass stuck up
When you touchdown in my hood, no that tour life ain't good
Catch me down in MIA, at that heat game on wood
With that Puma life on my feet, like that little engine I could
Boy I slide down on your block, bike on twelve o'clock
And they be throwin' deuces on the same nigga they watch
And I'm the king of my city cause I'm still callin' them shots
And these lames talkin' that bullshit the same niggas that flock
I'm the same nigga from Berks Street with them nappy braids that lock
The same nigga that came up and I had to wait for my spot
And these niggas hatin' on me, hoes waitin' on me
Still on that hood shit, my Rolls Royce on E
They gon' remember me, I say remember me
So much money have ya friends turn into enemies
And with these beef I turn my enemies to memories
With them bricks they go from 40 ain't no 10 a key, hold up
Broke nigga turned rich, love the game like Mitch
And if I leave you think them pretty hoes gon' still suck my dick?
It was somethin' 'bout that Rollie when it first touched my wrist
Had me feelin' like that dope boy when he first touched that brick
I'm gone