yeah
yeah
yeah. slammin! drugs got me wakin up in cold sweats
sometimes i'm slightly off my rocker
but i'm on deck
got two and a baby off my bitch's student loan check
she hit my line to get that girl i call it phone sex
robbin like my problems ain't gon' catch up to me later
bitch i'm mobbing like o.g. bobby johnson
split your potato
every table
cookin shavin and touchin base with them basers
bet they try to make a play for the yay' as soon as they taste it
the amazin black american gangster
sinister corner hugger
seein this nigga shine been annoyin me like a muh'fucker
this busta owe me
now he act like he don't know me
forty fo' my closest homie
kill cock-a-aroaches like tony
got montana money
you bought 100
dipped in fluid
yo i had to smoke it
pupils dilated like silver dollars
now we kno-ckin
call it devilish how i do bitch
fuck these niggaz talkin
i leave they thoughts on my shoestrings
what? uhh
yeah
ah f'sho
yeah
rollin; pockets all swollen
set the record straight that fnh is what i'm holdin
a busta that we know got 15 'bows
bust it open
we came bandana'd up
divide it up
now what's the quotient?
a split with 4 niggaz
since i'm a go getter
i think these suckers pussy
i'ma merk the whole litter
told my girl to leave as soon as i hung up the phone with her
man i heard you rob the robbers
look freddie a cold nigga
got an ice maker for a heart
made nigga from the start
life is like a movie
all i did was play my fuckin part
up the crack
the heroin
and weed a la carte
i call it fast freddie's
i should own a fuckin restaurant
cause back when i was 12 threw some bells on a scale and i got a pager
we broke 'em down and started selling nickels to the neighbors
eventually the penitentiary gon' see me later
kiss my momma told her if i die then it was part of nature
what?
we all gettin fresh
got the heart to die for somethin
flesh to flesh
the lambo got her outside
it's a stretch
my bitch half mexican/afghan i'm blessed
from living tough times with rough lemons
a gorgeous watch
my team on a dreadful level yo
yeah
we still gettin money right?
long as the sun come out
i'll hold these twenties tight
getting fresh
just coolin
my bitch on my dick
but boom yo
you live with your moms
just get a grip
clip in my pocket
a rocket
i think of the
i need juelz and jims with rough licks
trips to africa
shorty tear saks up
i'm out in bombay
rebels here actin up
we real
all g
7500 of us
up in the sprinter bus
fussin we need more heat""