My Status
new prince came back on a new wave
old hoes say jay why you
change
ida the only nigga switchin
to a new lane
i could show yall niggas how to do thangs
get money
more money bring new pain
but at least i could cop me
a new range
and at least you could cop you a new chain
that dont mean you should act like a new slave
number one for a while
my style
too wild
so yall know
yall cant fuck wit me
i lost my heart
im torn apart
and yet yall still cant fuck wit me
im straight to the point
i do this for my blood
till they live comfortably
only thing that i ask is when i die
will god still fuck wit me
ma dukes said nigga stop playin you the only one left
go get to the bread
dont letta little bitta liqour get to ya head
(what i did)
cop a dozen
nigga i been on da edge
n da bombay sippin got me feelin like a prophet
the tone is obnoxious
the plan is preposterous
i told yall niggas i aint here for the gossip
i told yall niggas im just here for the guap
uh
real hate over fake love
real money make da bitches wanna chase us
good dick got her fuckin up her make up
she like jay why you wildin off da wake up
wait what
bitch
you dont understand grind
how a nigga bout to really lose his whole mind
everytime i try to tell em imma be da god
its a weak ass nigga tryna say its his time
issa true wreck
whip it whip in the kitchen
imma new chef
vision different
imma killem
imma new threat
i been a menace
for a minute
this a proof check
loose truth blew right through em
imma true vet
bow
round here we dont make it out
alive
(real shit)
issa blessin if you live till 25
(real shit)
round here we aint lookin to the sky
only lookin for a sign
if da shit a dollar sign
cash
young nigga
this is what im on now
god flow
treat the booth like the lord house
god flow
till da day that i ball out
yall know
no chill
everybody gettin called out
no chill
turn this shit into a war now
no chill
all the bitches gettin whored out
fuck a key
im bout to break da door down
what we talkin bout the ups and the downs
how to get ya money up
witout makin a sound
how we always gotta pour a cup a henny to da ground
(for my brothers in the grave)
cause da streets too foul
and you see ya mother struggle so you gotta make her proud
fuck da fame
gimmie money
imma buy her ass a house
imma show ha how to move through a room full a clowns
if we all millionares
we aint never in a drought
(facts)
my status
fuck talk
its action
fuck all distractions
i cant be slackin
yall cant imagine
all the moves set in place
to make sure
they know that we stackin
(bang)
i got passion
muziq got traction
heat
kuz every beat he make
its like magic
please
dont try to plead ya case
we go assassin
nino went ham
that nigga be up in saks 5th
pay attention
ill teach you how to do it
say you da best
put in work
then prove it
get rid of niggas that be givin you excuses
(nigga fuck you mean)
they aint really wit the movement
the new rules got niggas lookin stupid
i built a blueprint
i execute
then i execute anybody thats foolish
enough to even act like they
really gunna do shit
its just different
i only dream about makin more money till a nigga hit a million
if a pussy try to take it imma have to really kill em
i be tryna move cool
but the lil nigga trippin
its just different
im john gotti
you more a john lennon
this is big boss moves
it aint no sidekickin
i aint never been pippen
this is jordan type level
old hoes say jay why you
change
ida the only nigga switchin
to a new lane
i could show yall niggas how to do thangs
get money
more money bring new pain
but at least i could cop me
a new range
and at least you could cop you a new chain
that dont mean you should act like a new slave
number one for a while
my style
too wild
so yall know
yall cant fuck wit me
i lost my heart
im torn apart
and yet yall still cant fuck wit me
im straight to the point
i do this for my blood
till they live comfortably
only thing that i ask is when i die
will god still fuck wit me
ma dukes said nigga stop playin you the only one left
go get to the bread
dont letta little bitta liqour get to ya head
(what i did)
cop a dozen
nigga i been on da edge
n da bombay sippin got me feelin like a prophet
the tone is obnoxious
the plan is preposterous
i told yall niggas i aint here for the gossip
i told yall niggas im just here for the guap
uh
real hate over fake love
real money make da bitches wanna chase us
good dick got her fuckin up her make up
she like jay why you wildin off da wake up
wait what
bitch
you dont understand grind
how a nigga bout to really lose his whole mind
everytime i try to tell em imma be da god
its a weak ass nigga tryna say its his time
issa true wreck
whip it whip in the kitchen
imma new chef
vision different
imma killem
imma new threat
i been a menace
for a minute
this a proof check
loose truth blew right through em
imma true vet
bow
round here we dont make it out
alive
(real shit)
issa blessin if you live till 25
(real shit)
round here we aint lookin to the sky
only lookin for a sign
if da shit a dollar sign
cash
young nigga
this is what im on now
god flow
treat the booth like the lord house
god flow
till da day that i ball out
yall know
no chill
everybody gettin called out
no chill
turn this shit into a war now
no chill
all the bitches gettin whored out
fuck a key
im bout to break da door down
what we talkin bout the ups and the downs
how to get ya money up
witout makin a sound
how we always gotta pour a cup a henny to da ground
(for my brothers in the grave)
cause da streets too foul
and you see ya mother struggle so you gotta make her proud
fuck da fame
gimmie money
imma buy her ass a house
imma show ha how to move through a room full a clowns
if we all millionares
we aint never in a drought
(facts)
my status
fuck talk
its action
fuck all distractions
i cant be slackin
yall cant imagine
all the moves set in place
to make sure
they know that we stackin
(bang)
i got passion
muziq got traction
heat
kuz every beat he make
its like magic
please
dont try to plead ya case
we go assassin
nino went ham
that nigga be up in saks 5th
pay attention
ill teach you how to do it
say you da best
put in work
then prove it
get rid of niggas that be givin you excuses
(nigga fuck you mean)
they aint really wit the movement
the new rules got niggas lookin stupid
i built a blueprint
i execute
then i execute anybody thats foolish
enough to even act like they
really gunna do shit
its just different
i only dream about makin more money till a nigga hit a million
if a pussy try to take it imma have to really kill em
i be tryna move cool
but the lil nigga trippin
its just different
im john gotti
you more a john lennon
this is big boss moves
it aint no sidekickin
i aint never been pippen
this is jordan type level
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