[Intro]
Buddah Bless this beat
[Verse 1]
These niggas like to hate, that's why I play it safe
Say, "What's today's date?" Bitch I don't know, I sell weight
Feel like every day's my birthday 'cause bitch, I get cake
Damn near felt like an earthquake, our opp just got erased
Natural born killer, that nigga 'bout his business
I gotta ask for forgiveness, ain't talk to God in a minute
And if my niggas want ransom, then you better hope they get it
I'm screamin' "Fuck cancer!" I hope my granny keep livin'
My son gon' be a king and he won't see the shit I've seen
I'll talk to him, and tell him he can be whatever he dream
'Cause dada had a dream, just like Martin Luther King
Now I’m all across the U.S.A., on niggas TV screens
[Chorus]
I just got some new ice now, and I feel a lil' cooler
I got me some new hoes now, and I feel a lil' smoother
Send them glizzies to your block, like fuck your lil' shooter
Big money, shit, bitch, fuck your lil' moolah
You know I keep it G, so don't ask me 'bout no ho
She belong to the streets, but my bitch belong in Vogue
And, yeah, I came from nothin', my favorite number double O
Yeah, I'ma keep thuggin', baby, 'til it's time to go
Buddah Bless this beat
[Verse 1]
These niggas like to hate, that's why I play it safe
Say, "What's today's date?" Bitch I don't know, I sell weight
Feel like every day's my birthday 'cause bitch, I get cake
Damn near felt like an earthquake, our opp just got erased
Natural born killer, that nigga 'bout his business
I gotta ask for forgiveness, ain't talk to God in a minute
And if my niggas want ransom, then you better hope they get it
I'm screamin' "Fuck cancer!" I hope my granny keep livin'
My son gon' be a king and he won't see the shit I've seen
I'll talk to him, and tell him he can be whatever he dream
'Cause dada had a dream, just like Martin Luther King
Now I’m all across the U.S.A., on niggas TV screens
[Chorus]
I just got some new ice now, and I feel a lil' cooler
I got me some new hoes now, and I feel a lil' smoother
Send them glizzies to your block, like fuck your lil' shooter
Big money, shit, bitch, fuck your lil' moolah
You know I keep it G, so don't ask me 'bout no ho
She belong to the streets, but my bitch belong in Vogue
And, yeah, I came from nothin', my favorite number double O
Yeah, I'ma keep thuggin', baby, 'til it's time to go
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