[Intro]
Right now it feels like is me against the world (Made back music)
Honestly, like am by myself, you know am saying?
[Verse 1]
Pity you pussy niggas flying on my down for
Never satisfying until them things going off
G-Q's best dress niggas of di year
Need to yell out the state, how they volunteer
Caught in traffic, but they never caught me slipping in it
You bitch, your nother mistress nigga, but don't get offended
The beef dead, now am moving on to bigger business
Bullet holes in your bust, but who benefit'n
The first song I wrote I did it whipping in the kitchen
Soon as you get the pretty cars, then you come in killing
Take your soul, then they sell it on the black market
Lost walking silk road, just another talking
Award, tours, but the tribe still on a quest
Put out your cigarettes nigga when we be on the set
Heart of a soldier so, go tell your management
I have us bowing heads niggas with the candles lit
Call Adele a couples times, I got the voice mail
But you being on a line, I get a boy chills
Sitting in a corner by myself I hear the voice clip
Cross the Queens bridge, nigga bout a fourth gear
Box on my ankle, every night I plug it up
Asking my lawyer, possibly could they be bugging us
Never envy an artist as they reach their pinnacle
Motivation came from everything we do
Walk away from a scholarship and I bought a brick
Everybody bet against me cause they thought I'd miss
Bet they right back on my dick, I say December 5th
Bet they right back on my dick, I say December 5th
Bet they right back on my dick, I say December 5th
Bet they right back on my dick, I say December 5th
Bet they right back on my dick, I say December 5th
Bet they right back on my dick, I say December 5th
Bet they right back on my dick, I say December 5th
Bet they right back on my dick, I say December 5th
(Maybach Music) It’s the boss Young Renzel
R.I.P 2Pac, my nigga west coast
Much love, huh
Right now it feels like is me against the world (Made back music)
Honestly, like am by myself, you know am saying?
[Verse 1]
Pity you pussy niggas flying on my down for
Never satisfying until them things going off
G-Q's best dress niggas of di year
Need to yell out the state, how they volunteer
Caught in traffic, but they never caught me slipping in it
You bitch, your nother mistress nigga, but don't get offended
The beef dead, now am moving on to bigger business
Bullet holes in your bust, but who benefit'n
The first song I wrote I did it whipping in the kitchen
Soon as you get the pretty cars, then you come in killing
Take your soul, then they sell it on the black market
Lost walking silk road, just another talking
Award, tours, but the tribe still on a quest
Put out your cigarettes nigga when we be on the set
Heart of a soldier so, go tell your management
I have us bowing heads niggas with the candles lit
Call Adele a couples times, I got the voice mail
But you being on a line, I get a boy chills
Sitting in a corner by myself I hear the voice clip
Cross the Queens bridge, nigga bout a fourth gear
Box on my ankle, every night I plug it up
Asking my lawyer, possibly could they be bugging us
Never envy an artist as they reach their pinnacle
Motivation came from everything we do
Walk away from a scholarship and I bought a brick
Everybody bet against me cause they thought I'd miss
Bet they right back on my dick, I say December 5th
Bet they right back on my dick, I say December 5th
Bet they right back on my dick, I say December 5th
Bet they right back on my dick, I say December 5th
Bet they right back on my dick, I say December 5th
Bet they right back on my dick, I say December 5th
Bet they right back on my dick, I say December 5th
Bet they right back on my dick, I say December 5th
(Maybach Music) It’s the boss Young Renzel
R.I.P 2Pac, my nigga west coast
Much love, huh
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