What the fuck are you moving towards Nothing waits for you there My friends fade Too many times Giving up to achieve normal life My friends fade Too
wanna know what's the word Nigga fuck you and fuck what ya heard Yeah, fuck what ya heard, fuck what ya heard, what ya heard Yeah, fuck what ya heard, fuck what
I hear today's about straight trickin Pimpin to me, that aint no bullshit sayin Fuck you! Fuck what you're goin through, fuck your hood Mother fuck a
) Just make em read about it (read about it 2x) Fuck what they say about me (fuck what they say about me) Bitches gon love to doubt me (fuck em, yeah)
Saint Pattys Ya I Know Your Waiting On The Last Quote Check The Sound Scan And You Can See Im The Last Hope [Chorus] [Jay-Z] I Told You Niggas 9 10 Times Stop Fucking
mags try and use my black ass So advertisers can give 'em more cash for ads, fuckers I don't know what you take me as Or understand the intelligence that Jay-Z
So fresh so clean like 'Kast Jay-Z be poppin' tags Leavin' the mall with heavy bags You know the boy got a love for the cash Aw fuck, there he go again
Dre just fell the fuck off Well fuck the fuck offs All y'all eat soft, be mad, we bad fresh up outta the vault, oh! New syllables eat ball, ya fucks offs
full no sneakers though, Just moved in it's been a week or so, Brand new coupe so that she could go, White Bent', light tint ridin' like what the fuck
'all ship a mil' And ya hit a R and B chick and she fit the bill Said she loved my necklace, started relaxin' Now that's what the fuck, I call a chain
Fuck Jay-Z What's up niggas, ay yo I know you ain't talkin' 'bout me dog You, what? Fuck Jay-Z You been on my dick nigga You love my style, nigga Fuck
pearla Im talking S and M but got her screaming A to Z Talking the type of cheese she used to think was make believe I used to fuck em then I made em
bite my shit Sell half of what I sell because it's not quite my shit I'm the type to buy a Roley and just ice my shit On the spot, fuck comin' back twice
mine In the hood that I claim I slang on that double 9-9 Gotta find them dubs, gonna get a forty, can a thug get love? What's up? Try to stand on my corner nigga You'z
short, talls, 40s, and them 64s I gotta get drunk because I love calling bitches hoes Drunker than a bitch is how you see me So nigga (praise the what?) the fuckin' 40 O-Z
that's how we play Wanna feel ah my spray-pump hit yo' chest, and finally realize who you're fuck with, fuckin with them niggaz in Cleveland ya do whateva
heat And it ain't no peace and fuck tha police Come out the house all eye's on me Jump in my 5 double 0 B E N Z X L and I hit the freeway Nigga thought
what I do daily 'Cause Layzie gotta make a livin' And I don't give a damn I take your life for what you got If you got what I want, then you gonna straight
