FASTMONEY (10:38)
what's the point in walking like me when if it's no red bottoms on your feet? what's the point in talking like me? if it's no gold your teeth? What's the point in sharpening your tip? when you can't roll a blunt with us? Tell me: what's the point in acting all real? when you know you only just a troll nigger. it's not enough O's if it's six figures circle really small only rich niggers I'm getting I'm owed don't you take me for a bitch nigger And I keep cuppa homies with a clean trigger the flow that make the ocean wanna fold yeah you know working with my senses never doing I'm told. checking my expenses you will know I pay it forward. But listen to the things they say the facts simple as: he's a fucking no one. but my sentiments is that: it takes a fucking no one to know another no no one. they even elevate me to a has been they don't even know I've been for my dinner man. The belly of the bin. My pillow was a rock. In the cover of night. The box was my blankie. Bitches lock me out of pussy and they use an elem key. And the strangest thing is this: I don't even give a shit. I just make that money talk I am the ventriloquist Now I'm getting mommies with the Ruby lips that's pouting. You would swear they are siblings they all wanna sing for me. Sing for me. I like that shit. Hit that high note like it's a symphony.
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what's the point in walking like me when if it's no red bottoms on your feet? what's the point in talking like me? if it's no gold your teeth? What's the point in sharpening your tip? when you can't roll a blunt with us? Tell me: what's the point in acting all real? when you know you only just a troll nigger. it's not enough O's if it's six figures circle really small only rich niggers I'm getting I'm owed don't you take me for a bitch nigger And I keep cuppa homies with a clean trigger the flow that make the ocean wanna fold yeah you know working with my senses never doing I'm told. checking my expenses you will know I pay it forward. But listen to the things they say the facts simple as: he's a fucking no one. but my sentiments is that: it takes a fucking no one to know another no no one. they even elevate me to a has been they don't even know I've been for my dinner man. The belly of the bin. My pillow was a rock. In the cover of night. The box was my blankie. Bitches lock me out of pussy and they use an elem key. And the strangest thing is this: I don't even give a shit. I just make that money talk I am the ventriloquist Now I'm getting mommies with the Ruby lips that's pouting. You would swear they are siblings they all wanna sing for me. Sing for me. I like that shit. Hit that high note like it's a symphony.