vice city
I'm prolly smokin' all this gas to keep from cryin'
Growing up fast, a lot of my patnas dyin'
R.I.P. Jizzle, mane at least you somewhere flying
Let me rewind to when we was F.T.Y E.N.T
Yeah, these niggas gone feel me
Hollyhood boutta Go O.D
Ballin' hard yeah, O.T
Keepin' shit on the low-key
So fakes can't get close to me
They wanna disturb my peace
So I'm ridin' round with a piece
Say I'm ridin' round with the heat
I feel like Chris Bosh with the Bosch
My only father was time
So I put bezzals all in my watch
Made a couple wrong moves
But its still time on the clock
I'm done gettin' assists, coach
I'm boutta take my shot
Ain't no man I fear
I'm the Mack of the Year
Kickin' pimpin all in her ear
I'll tell yo' main hoe to come here
Tell lil Taryn I'm a genie
Bae, I'll Grant Hill your wish
Norf Memphis Saint Nick
Just send yo Christmas List
Mane ain't life a bitch
But please know I'm gone pimp her
On my Project Pat, guerilla
My game so cold, need chinchilla
You want beef bout a bitch
But my nigga, I got several
Two birds with one Stone, Rosetta
Your bitch bad, but my bitch better
Your bitch bad, but my bitch wetter
Call me King like she Corretta
Getting cuisine, I'm getting Colletta's
Getting this cheese, I'm getting this cheddar
Mo' money mo' problems
Them dollars brought me several
And now that I got 'em
Why 12 be tryna heckle
I'm prolly smokin' all this gas to keep from cryin'
Growing up fast, a lot of my patnas dyin'
R.I.P. Jizzle, mane at least you somewhere flying
Let me rewind to when we was F.T.Y E.N.T
Yeah, these niggas gone feel me
Hollyhood boutta Go O.D
Ballin' hard yeah, O.T
Keepin' shit on the low-key
So fakes can't get close to me
They wanna disturb my peace
So I'm ridin' round with a piece
Say I'm ridin' round with the heat
Say I'm ridin' round with the
Ridin' round with the
Ridin' round with the heat
Ridin' round with the fye
If anybody wanna try
If anybody wanna die
If anybody wanna lie, down
Hollyhood be on top, now
Bitch
Growing up fast, a lot of my patnas dyin'
R.I.P. Jizzle, mane at least you somewhere flying
Let me rewind to when we was F.T.Y E.N.T
Yeah, these niggas gone feel me
Hollyhood boutta Go O.D
Ballin' hard yeah, O.T
Keepin' shit on the low-key
So fakes can't get close to me
They wanna disturb my peace
So I'm ridin' round with a piece
Say I'm ridin' round with the heat
I feel like Chris Bosh with the Bosch
My only father was time
So I put bezzals all in my watch
Made a couple wrong moves
But its still time on the clock
I'm done gettin' assists, coach
I'm boutta take my shot
Ain't no man I fear
I'm the Mack of the Year
Kickin' pimpin all in her ear
I'll tell yo' main hoe to come here
Tell lil Taryn I'm a genie
Bae, I'll Grant Hill your wish
Norf Memphis Saint Nick
Just send yo Christmas List
Mane ain't life a bitch
But please know I'm gone pimp her
On my Project Pat, guerilla
My game so cold, need chinchilla
You want beef bout a bitch
But my nigga, I got several
Two birds with one Stone, Rosetta
Your bitch bad, but my bitch better
Your bitch bad, but my bitch wetter
Call me King like she Corretta
Getting cuisine, I'm getting Colletta's
Getting this cheese, I'm getting this cheddar
Mo' money mo' problems
Them dollars brought me several
And now that I got 'em
Why 12 be tryna heckle
I'm prolly smokin' all this gas to keep from cryin'
Growing up fast, a lot of my patnas dyin'
R.I.P. Jizzle, mane at least you somewhere flying
Let me rewind to when we was F.T.Y E.N.T
Yeah, these niggas gone feel me
Hollyhood boutta Go O.D
Ballin' hard yeah, O.T
Keepin' shit on the low-key
So fakes can't get close to me
They wanna disturb my peace
So I'm ridin' round with a piece
Say I'm ridin' round with the heat
Say I'm ridin' round with the
Ridin' round with the
Ridin' round with the heat
Ridin' round with the fye
If anybody wanna try
If anybody wanna die
If anybody wanna lie, down
Hollyhood be on top, now
Bitch
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Writer(s): Nicholas Stokes
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