see So don't shut me out, shut me out, out of your life and And don't shut the door, shut the door, door on your Sweet, sweet, yeah And don't be afraid
know you clowns don't like it, gotta accept it You don't, get wetted - I know you gotta respect it You don't want Geezy bringin' drama to your set'n' I know you don't
For Some Take Out Until They Slip Up And They Brake Out But It's Another Story Over Here At Drake's House Cuz Im Dripped Up And Im Drapped Out And
listen to me Brother, listen to me Listen to me, and just lay up How do you make your bread in the ghetto? How do you make your bread in the ghetto? [
-check-check-check me out Check-check-checkin' me out, come on Take-take-take-takin' me out, whose take-take-takin' me out Come on baby, take me out,
a bag of moneybacks I don't understand How the world can be full of so many evil doer's I can hear 'em underneath me in the sewers Keep seeing shit out
tight nigga ma I don't want ya number Either you're comin or I one ya Either you know what you want ma, I don't even want ya You play pretty if you wanna
Man he broke bread with me, my business spreads with me The Feds came to get me, we both fled quickly Wasn't quick enough to jump over the hedges with me
choose your henchmen It's crucial business salute attention to the roots and lineage [Chorus x2] [Hell Razah:] We surrounded by births, abortions, churches, organs Don't bury me
clothes Trembling and shaking cause I just don't know What's going on with the feeling right inside me Body parts are rotting in the dumpster right beside me I don't
with me scrap with me Nigga to the back of me catastrophe Hits yo shits raggedy it had to be this tragedy shit Suck it up don't be mad at me bitch I'm
expect from me y'all From the hood to Hollywood they respecting me y'all And even overseas they accepting me y'all All the ladies show me love, the thugs
tell me what you see This about money, it's bigger than me I told my homies don't kill them, bring the nigga to me Yeah, don't diss, you fuckin with the
it ain't goin' down that way Cuz something's gon' make me smack yo ass (bitch!) Mad cuz our splashed don't trick cash Don't give a fuck, roll wit my niggas
m from the home where the buffalo roam And niggas don't give a flyin' fuck Talk with signs up, walk with the iron tucked Leave your eyes wide shut Money
Tropez this evenin' I know you like my style My million dollar smile Hit any party red carpet Man I shut that down Don't hate just go get yours No excuses