letra de may 29th - smiles the grinner
im on attack
i might just run in the building and figure out where is my stacks
all on the dash, i got the za and its crumbled up, imma put that in a wrap
i gotta tax, all of these n-ggas thats thinking they treading all over this land
king of the pen, might as well make me a anthem
so they all know who’s the man
raising the fans, want em all up to the stands
then i’ll be raising up bands
you on decent, no one be playing your sh-t
you ain’t to good at this here
don’t get defensive n-gga
you feel in your sense, you just ‘wan chill with your chick
i had prayed up for this sh-t as a kid
so n0body out here gon be ending my dream
used to chill up with the critters and fiends
half em grew up and then half of em thieves
but i know all of em f-cking with me
they know that money mean nothing to me
i be to busy, im out on the road
like i ain’t giving em nothing to see
n-ggas be thinking im selling my soul
but they just really want something to say
im on attack
i might just run in the building and figure out where is my stacks
whipping a batch
of that new sh-t for these n-ggas that don’t know where illy been at
she want that fendi, she feeling the bag
i ain’t to trendy, i really be trash
n-ggas want me to go back to the past
but they don’t see that i’m back on that ass
back on my aim b-tch
gimmie dat pay, btitch
i know that my name is rich
a whole lotta weight wit it
you playing it safe, i feel it
bet the business is crazy innit
yeah you n-ggas is lame, i get it
bum ass n-gga go stay in venice
i’m bout to take off
you could see me when im flying
the light will be blinding, it got you on ray charles
n-ggas like me don’t be hiding they inner insight
man i use it to make mines
bet when you up in my presence you’ll know that im better
then whats in the grapevine
keeping it dirty like ason
bet she know what i taste like
im on attack
i might just run in the building and figure out where is my stacks
whipping a batch
of that new sh-t for these n-ggas that don’t know where illy been at
she want that fendi, she feeling the bag
i ain’t to trendy, i really be trash
n-ggas want me to go back to the past
but they don’t see that i’m back on that ass
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