They want my bidness On the front page (Headlines) I put prescription In Dior frames (Sunshine) I had the vision Back in 12th grade (Lunchtime) That I'd be killing shit With Doc Dre (Nigga, what?)
I never want it To ever be over (Over) I'm out in Philly, I thought it'd be colder (Colder) Drunk off the liqui, I might need a chauffeur (Chauffeur) Check out my jiggy, Check out my, uh
Now, who are you? (Man, who the fuck is this?) I don't know, no What you do? (Hmm, what?) I don't know, no You short a few? (Oh, don't make me have to lose it) Oh no, no, hold up Pull my sticky out the jar, come on
Ooh savage, that's a nice get-up International, rocking Japanese denim Enough gas to get you above average How many more drags Do I have to puff from my cigar? New enemies, They bringing my old ways back Back in my day, Woulda had your whole face smacked Look at you niggas, Wonder why I fucking hate rap Ooh, what make you wanna go And say that? (You) And I'm on another wave, And I'm puttin' on suede Niggas feeling overpaid, Fuck I'm 'posed to do? (Do) Don't nobody know your name, We ain't ever seen ya face You ain't ever gang-bang, What you tryna prove?
I never want it to ever be over (Over) I'm out in Philly, I thought it'd be colder (Colder) Drunk off the liqui, I might need a chauffeur (Chauffeur) Check out my jiggy, check out my, uh
Now, who are you? (Ooh, nigga) I don't know, no What you do? (Ooh, nigga) I don't know, no You short a few? (Ooh, nigga) Oh no, no, hold up Pull my sticky out the jar, come on
I've been swimming through the process And you can't see me, I'm the Loch Ness You could proceed, but with caution Give the proceeds to my god-kids Old dirt on my conscience Same nigga my pop is Lame niggas wanna pop shit Get dropped quick by a drop kick Why you gotta lie to me so much, babe? You tell me the same shit That you told what's-his-name If it don't work out, I'll go back to hustling Couple hundred-thousand up In my mother's name, peace World peace, niggas talk about "Don't shoot" Tell that to police, mmm Scared, ain't none of them prepared, I could see Promise I'ma get them commas before I decease
I never want it to ever be over (Over) I'm out in Philly, I thought it'd be colder (Colder) Drunk off the liqui, I might need a chauffeur (Chauffeur) Check out my jiggy, check out my, uh
Now, who are you? (Man, who the fuck is this?) I don't know, no What you do? (Ooh, nigga) I don't know, no You short a few? (Ooh, nigga) Oh no, no, hold up Pull my sticky out the jar, come on Now, who are you? (Whoa, nigga) I don't know, no What you do? (Whoa, nigga) I don't know, no You short a few? (Whoa, nigga) Oh no, no
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