from the bottom of the ant pile. Weezy! (Chorus) (Verse 2) My grill is gangsta, my aim is money The championship is beautiful but the game is ugly They say feed the hungry, but these bitches
they coupe Then exit out with all the bitches like we always do My desire to retire grow with every new crew 'Cause these guys just don't ride like my
get a little love? Keep throwing my sign in the middle Hit 'em up, piece on my side 'cause ain't no peace on my side Bitch, I'm a man, I visit urinals
Borough bitch, Rep for my borough bitch, Never been the type to have beef and try to settle shit. I ride out 'til the wheels fall off And my niggas squeeze
me giving you the business Yeah, I guess, life is a bitch, ain't it, TIP? And this one thinks they the shit Shirt off my back? I wouldn't give you The dirt off my
year The game needs change and I'm the motherfucking cashier Nickels for my thoughts, dimes in my bed Quarters of the kush shape the lines in my head
the devil wait, yeah Have you lost your mind? Tell me when you think we've crossed the line No more drugs for me Pussy and religion is all I need Grab my
a fucking roller coaster then it drops But what should I scream for this is my theme park My minds shine even when my thoughts seem dark Pistol on my
bitch, Jada Pinkett I shouldn't have drove, tell me how I'm getting home? You too fine to be layin' down in bed alone I could teach you how to speak my
to put me in my place If you wreck my day, if you wreck my day You son of a bitch, you're gonna get some And I'm tired of this stupid game Running in
real as it get Feelin' my shit, straight through the cealin' with this Bet your block love it, find me only with the grimy Gutters of the street where my mind be Play the game
Pimp tight let my mink game down to the floor Pardon me if I gotta be a boss bitch I don't give a fuck what it cost bitch I floss big whips I floss
you? Game is magnet, to everything platinum with my name attached, can you all do that? Think one thing when you read my name That Puff nigga, the game
, I'm richer bitch I got a brand new flow, man, soul cleansed Got a brand new soul, man 'Cause lightnin' struck my plane's wings and energized my things
young Don, the heron mover You know my hustle, I bring the fo' pound to the tussle Motherfuck your pit with no muzzle So chill Cuzo, let me blow for my
in streams of blood Naked bitches, dead nigga's ghost, Feds with toast Knockin' my door down sweat poor down my body Roast from the heat so I soak my
on the phone and Promise I'll leave her moanin' Now she zonin' Tellin' me she's all alone and Love the dark chocolate tone and Ahead of my time, I live what's said in my
One, one, one, one One, one, one One, one, one Let me ask you, what you got against me? Is it my girl or is it the Bentley? Is it my house or maybe