[Intro]
Can't bury you with your money
Can't bury you with your bitch
Born alone, die alone
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, burn the whole place down
[Verse 1]
No more foul plays, housing mentality, shoot 'em down days
Going out of town with a couple of pound plays
Always the one you call your friend but then his style changed
Hard time for non-violent crimes, that's a outrage
We need a meeting, money and fame is fleeting
You never really know the reason why two people is beefing
Bloody murder, in the '80s, he had suede Louis seats in the 'burban
Did dirty, his sentеnce start turning
Look at life, took advice from thе streets of Vernon
Nothing nice, John Boy Ice, his death undetermined
Pick an island, anywhere for your happy solar return and
When I'm gone, I pray my family don't get the cash and burn it
To the floor, black 4's laced up
Galactica glaciers, eighty-eight karats, immaculate pay stubs
Them niggas do a crime, I drop a rhyme, it's the same rush
And they been sending shots a nigga way but they ain't struck
Can't fuck with me
I been outside since a buck fifty was the only way to get your face done
Doggystyle CD, turn that "Murder Was the Case" up
Thinking when I drop my first shit, I'm leaving they face scrunched
Black from the dark side of Vernon from the dime block
They had it clicking but today, it's the new slimes out
Instagram trickin' the hood, what they crying 'bout?
Petty crimes, bitches and money, that's why they lying 'bout
Can't bury you with your money
Can't bury you with your bitch
Born alone, die alone
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, burn the whole place down
[Verse 1]
No more foul plays, housing mentality, shoot 'em down days
Going out of town with a couple of pound plays
Always the one you call your friend but then his style changed
Hard time for non-violent crimes, that's a outrage
We need a meeting, money and fame is fleeting
You never really know the reason why two people is beefing
Bloody murder, in the '80s, he had suede Louis seats in the 'burban
Did dirty, his sentеnce start turning
Look at life, took advice from thе streets of Vernon
Nothing nice, John Boy Ice, his death undetermined
Pick an island, anywhere for your happy solar return and
When I'm gone, I pray my family don't get the cash and burn it
To the floor, black 4's laced up
Galactica glaciers, eighty-eight karats, immaculate pay stubs
Them niggas do a crime, I drop a rhyme, it's the same rush
And they been sending shots a nigga way but they ain't struck
Can't fuck with me
I been outside since a buck fifty was the only way to get your face done
Doggystyle CD, turn that "Murder Was the Case" up
Thinking when I drop my first shit, I'm leaving they face scrunched
Black from the dark side of Vernon from the dime block
They had it clicking but today, it's the new slimes out
Instagram trickin' the hood, what they crying 'bout?
Petty crimes, bitches and money, that's why they lying 'bout
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