Verse 1
Uh, I Went From Wiping Tables To Sitting Next To Lil Wayne
Yo Words Don't Bother Me, They Dont Even Cause Me A Lil' Pain
& When It Comes To My Fam, I Go A Lil' Insane
Hop Up On A Track, & Ya Girl Riding My Train
Yeah, People Think I Lie About What My Lyrics Really Mean'
Making Love To My Girl, & Yes She Really Screamed
Yeah, Shot Out To ASL, Tell 'Em It's Gonna Be Okay
All Up On Bitches Skin, Like Olay
This Song Is Flammable, Call It Propane
Soon As I Quit Rapping, Niggas Gonna Be Like "Oh Dang"
& I'm A Man Who Will Rap, & then Go Sang
Yeah, Me & Boogie Had Once Fell Out
Girls Smelling All Fishy, Let That Seashell Out
Uh, I Pray Every Night, God Forgive My Sins
Check My System & Find My Lean & Gin
Yeah, Fresh Money On Top, Let Me Repeat It Once Again
Yeah, I Got To Make The Most Of My Life
I Went Solo, I Couldn't Live That Double Life
I Got To Straighten Up, I can't Live This Trouble Life
Yeah, Tell My Fake Friends I Went Solo
Make The Most Of Ya Live, Cause Bruh It's YOLO
Yeah, I Swear I'll Look My Killer Dead In His Face
Niggas Going Blind, Like They Just got Sprayed With Mace
$40,000 Rolex, Sitting Straight In The Case
Africans Starving, So Don't Let Ya Food Go To Waste
I Got A RedBone, I Love Her Personality & Not Just Below Her Waist
Kill A Nigga, & Dont Leave Shit For The Po-Po To Trace
Yeah, My Face In The New-York-Times
& I Got A IQ, Sharper Than The Cone Of Pines!
Yeah... Haha F.M.E, Shot Out To Shakayla!
Uh, I Went From Wiping Tables To Sitting Next To Lil Wayne
Yo Words Don't Bother Me, They Dont Even Cause Me A Lil' Pain
& When It Comes To My Fam, I Go A Lil' Insane
Hop Up On A Track, & Ya Girl Riding My Train
Yeah, People Think I Lie About What My Lyrics Really Mean'
Making Love To My Girl, & Yes She Really Screamed
Yeah, Shot Out To ASL, Tell 'Em It's Gonna Be Okay
All Up On Bitches Skin, Like Olay
This Song Is Flammable, Call It Propane
Soon As I Quit Rapping, Niggas Gonna Be Like "Oh Dang"
& I'm A Man Who Will Rap, & then Go Sang
Yeah, Me & Boogie Had Once Fell Out
Girls Smelling All Fishy, Let That Seashell Out
Uh, I Pray Every Night, God Forgive My Sins
Check My System & Find My Lean & Gin
Yeah, Fresh Money On Top, Let Me Repeat It Once Again
Yeah, I Got To Make The Most Of My Life
I Went Solo, I Couldn't Live That Double Life
I Got To Straighten Up, I can't Live This Trouble Life
Yeah, Tell My Fake Friends I Went Solo
Make The Most Of Ya Live, Cause Bruh It's YOLO
Yeah, I Swear I'll Look My Killer Dead In His Face
Niggas Going Blind, Like They Just got Sprayed With Mace
$40,000 Rolex, Sitting Straight In The Case
Africans Starving, So Don't Let Ya Food Go To Waste
I Got A RedBone, I Love Her Personality & Not Just Below Her Waist
Kill A Nigga, & Dont Leave Shit For The Po-Po To Trace
Yeah, My Face In The New-York-Times
& I Got A IQ, Sharper Than The Cone Of Pines!
Yeah... Haha F.M.E, Shot Out To Shakayla!
( Lil JJ )
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