Yeah Yeah
You can only die once
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah (check-check, yeah, yeah)
Ridin' swangers on the stainless (yeah)
I copped it all cash, fuck a payment (yeah)
Man, it's so hard daily bein' famous
I had to unplug from the matrix (yeah, yeah)
I cop a hundun, leave a ho sprung
Got her tongue numb when she taste it (yeah)
Nigga got real pressure with the pill presser
Got a drug store up in the basement
Yeah, yeah, tool on me
How you let a nigga make a move on me? (Bitch)
I don't let a bitch break a rule, cut her off
When I tried to be cool, she was cool on me
Yeah, yeah, am I stuck in my ways? (Yeah)
I told you I seen everything 'cept for old age
Told that ho it's a cold game
I can still put a bitch on the bay like the old days (yeah, yeah)
Yeah (like the old days, bitch, yeah)
Private elevator when I lay her
30 girlfriends, I'm a player
Hoes choose, elect me like the mayor
Party pack just came from Pakistan
Stackin' Asian bitches, Jackie Chan
Got a thousand plans when I land
London ho just hit me with the sand (with the sandbag, you feel me?)
Yeah (sand, yeah)
Boy, you real when you realize this rap shit is unrealistic
I had to take off, and just do some more livin'
I can't lie to kick it, I can't hide the shit that I'm feelin'
I'm in here releasin' these demons
Can't tell you a secret 'cause shit get repeated
And if I go broke, I can pick up the pieces
My mama said, "Pray and just leave it to Jesus" (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, mama said, "Pray," you the bald-headed Jesus
Since I was a fetus, a nigga been sinnin'
Like since the beginnin', but I had my reasons, I had my reasons (yeah, yeah)
That's what I say to myself when I know I'm doin' bogus
Every day, they can bust, but you only die once
So you know I'ma thug 'til it's over
Got a stash in the vent, the polices can't find it, bitch, I got the blower by the motor (uh)
And I barely be rappin', but ho, when I turn on the flow, I'ma motherfuckin' poet (yeah, yeah)
If I ever get hit in my shit, tell the Finball to keep it motherfuckin' rollin'
Better miss or get sent in this bitch
I'm a big dog, and you motherfuckin' know it (yeah, yeah)
Young cocaine, yeah, yeah
Private elevator when I lay her
30 girlfriends, I'm a player
Hoes choose, elect me like the mayor
Party pack just came from Pakistan
Stackin' Asian bitches, Jackie Chan
Got a thousand plans when I land
London ho just hit me with the sand
Tool on me, never let a nigga make a move on me (yeah, yeah)
Fuck a security, bet you I leave out the room, I got every single jewel on me
Yeah, yeah, tool on me
Never let a ho play the fool on me
I don't let a bitch break a rule, cut her off
When I tried to be cool, she was cool on me
She was cool on me (yeah, yeah)
Yeah
Yeah, when I tried to cut her off, she was cool on me
She was cool on me (yeah, yeah), yeah
Bitch, yeah, bitch, she was cool on me, she was cool on me
Yeah, yeah, tool on me
Never let a nigga make a move on me, yeah
Tool on me, never let a nigga make a move on, uh, make a move on (yeah, yeah)
Tool on me, never let a nigga make a move on me, yeah
Tool on me, never let a bitch play the fool on me, yeah, yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah (check-check, yeah, yeah)
Ridin' swangers on the stainless (yeah)
I copped it all cash, fuck a payment (yeah)
Man, it's so hard daily bein' famous
I had to unplug from the matrix (yeah, yeah)
I cop a hundun, leave a ho sprung
Got her tongue numb when she taste it (yeah)
Nigga got real pressure with the pill presser
Got a drug store up in the basement
Yeah, yeah, tool on me
How you let a nigga make a move on me? (Bitch)
I don't let a bitch break a rule, cut her off
When I tried to be cool, she was cool on me
Yeah, yeah, am I stuck in my ways? (Yeah)
I told you I seen everything 'cept for old age
Told that ho it's a cold game
I can still put a bitch on the bay like the old days (yeah, yeah)
Yeah (like the old days, bitch, yeah)
Private elevator when I lay her
30 girlfriends, I'm a player
Hoes choose, elect me like the mayor
Party pack just came from Pakistan
Stackin' Asian bitches, Jackie Chan
Got a thousand plans when I land
London ho just hit me with the sand (with the sandbag, you feel me?)
Yeah (sand, yeah)
Boy, you real when you realize this rap shit is unrealistic
I had to take off, and just do some more livin'
I can't lie to kick it, I can't hide the shit that I'm feelin'
I'm in here releasin' these demons
Can't tell you a secret 'cause shit get repeated
And if I go broke, I can pick up the pieces
My mama said, "Pray and just leave it to Jesus" (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, mama said, "Pray," you the bald-headed Jesus
Since I was a fetus, a nigga been sinnin'
Like since the beginnin', but I had my reasons, I had my reasons (yeah, yeah)
That's what I say to myself when I know I'm doin' bogus
Every day, they can bust, but you only die once
So you know I'ma thug 'til it's over
Got a stash in the vent, the polices can't find it, bitch, I got the blower by the motor (uh)
And I barely be rappin', but ho, when I turn on the flow, I'ma motherfuckin' poet (yeah, yeah)
If I ever get hit in my shit, tell the Finball to keep it motherfuckin' rollin'
Better miss or get sent in this bitch
I'm a big dog, and you motherfuckin' know it (yeah, yeah)
Young cocaine, yeah, yeah
Private elevator when I lay her
30 girlfriends, I'm a player
Hoes choose, elect me like the mayor
Party pack just came from Pakistan
Stackin' Asian bitches, Jackie Chan
Got a thousand plans when I land
London ho just hit me with the sand
Tool on me, never let a nigga make a move on me (yeah, yeah)
Fuck a security, bet you I leave out the room, I got every single jewel on me
Yeah, yeah, tool on me
Never let a ho play the fool on me
I don't let a bitch break a rule, cut her off
When I tried to be cool, she was cool on me
She was cool on me (yeah, yeah)
Yeah
Yeah, when I tried to cut her off, she was cool on me
She was cool on me (yeah, yeah), yeah
Bitch, yeah, bitch, she was cool on me, she was cool on me
Yeah, yeah, tool on me
Never let a nigga make a move on me, yeah
Tool on me, never let a nigga make a move on, uh, make a move on (yeah, yeah)
Tool on me, never let a nigga make a move on me, yeah
Tool on me, never let a bitch play the fool on me, yeah, yeah
Credits
Writer(s): Andrew "pops" Papaleo, Brian Moo Latte Massaka, Freddie Gibbs
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Other Album Tracks
Altri album
- You Only Die 1nce
- $oul $old $eparately (Bonus Edition)
- $oul $old $eparately
- Dark Hearted
- Ice Cream (feat. Rick Ross) - Single
- Big Boss Rabbit
- Winter in America (From “Black History Always / Music For the Movement Vol. 2")
- Piñata (Deluxe Edition)
- Gang Signs (feat. ScHoolboy Q)
- 4 Thangs (feat. Big Sean & Hit-Boy) [Extended Version] - Single
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