Song lyrics
This on some old Tommy Campos Dice Raw shit.
For my niggas, though.
You underestimated greatly,
Most number ones ever,
How long did it really take me?
The part I love most is they need me more than they hate me,
So they never take shots, I got everybody on safety;
I could load every gun with bullets that fire backwards,
You probably wouldn't lose a single rapper.
Niggas make threats, can't hear ‘em over the laughter,
Yeah, that's ‘cause I'm headed to the bank, nigga.
Sinatra lifestyle, I'm just bein' frank with you,
I mean, where, you think, she at, when she ain't with you?
Wildin', doin' shit that's way out of your budget,
Owl sweaters inside her luggage, you gotta love it.
Damn, this shit could go on a tape,
Bitches lovin' my drive, I never give it a break,
Give these niggas the look, the verse, and even the hook,
That's why every song sound like Drake featuring Drake.
Straight, why pree? Why is it always me?
Got us watchin' our words like there's wire taps on the team,
‘Cause I show love, never get the same outta niggas,
Guess it's funny how money can make change outta niggas, for real.
Some nobody started feelin' himself,
A couple somebodies started killin' themselves,
A couple albums dropped, those are still on the shelf,
I bet them shits would have popped if I was willin' to help.
I got a gold trophy from the committee for validation,
Bad press during the summer over allegations,
I ain't lyin', my nigga, my time is money,
That's why I ain't got time for a nigga who's time is comin'.
A lot of niggas PR stuntin' like that's the movement,
And I'm the only nigga still known for the music,
I swear, fuck them niggas this year,
I made Forbes list, nigga,
Fuck your list, everything's lookin' gorgeous,
Without me, rap is just a bunch of orphans,
But if I stay in the shit, there's a bunch of corpses,
And me and my dread nigga from New Orlean's.
Stashin' money like hoarders off multi-platinum recordings,
Eat it like I'm seated at Swish, Sotto, and Joso's.
Nothing was the same, this shit for Ezee and Coco,
This shit for Kareem, this shit for Jaevon,
This shit for Julius, Milly Mill,
Boy, we do this shit for real.
All them boys in my will,
All them boys is my wheels,
Anything happen to pop, and I got you like Uncle Phil.
Weezy been on that edge, you niggas just need to chill,
If anything happen to papi, might pop a nigga, for real.
Comin' live from the Screw Face, livin' out a suitcase,
But I'm feelin' good,
Johnny got me pushin' two plates;
My weight up, I refuse to wait up, I started a new race,
It's funny when you think a nigga blew up after Lupe,
Niggas treat me like I've been here for ten,
Some niggas been here for a couple,
Never been here again.
I'm on my King James shit, I'm tryin' to win here again,
A young nigga tryin' to win here again,
Man, what's up?
Yeah, a young nigga tryin' to win here again.
If I like her, I just fly her to the city I'm in,
I got her drinkin' with your boy,
I got her fucked up, shorty.
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