Good evening, kidnap you for the weekend Something to please me Pardon how I drive, swerving, drinking Hennessy frequently Yea, dim your lighters, these niggas ain't half as decent No respect, and they gonna need it, walk into a giant breathin' I'm hot Been at the top, niggas just hide in my spot Don't want me to pop but my shit steamin' like a smoke shop Love in hearts, I lost cause niggas done died, then girls fall off Gossippin' bout me, that's just Molotov Stuntin' on niggas like man... he fresh, a big timer, sick rhymer Headliner, lock pick, I'm gone find ya Never met a bitch that resemble Madonna But this blonde bitch beggin' to kick it but I don't need no drama Got one baby mama I'm tryin' to live honest Only time can tell, what's timeless, Rolex in diamonds When I die that casket better cost 100 thou Shut the fuck up, let me spend it, living for right now
[Hook:] Till the day I die I told my girl to ride, big girl don't cry Floating at the top, can't get no higher Thought mama told you not to play with fire Play with fire We don't die Run into the jungle, tryna stay alive Truth to yourself, never been no liar Thought mama told you not to play with fire Play with fire
Drop a Biggie, no Pun intended Stop pretending you fucking women's lives up, classy nigga, perfect attendance 5 Percenters running they own shit but they sprinters Got the Cheville, yellow paint I call it Kobe finish Lil [?] pro, swerve the curb, you fucking nerds Nine Mili chef, boy [?] don't get served Don't remember half of yesterday, my whole life's a blur Killers that'll ride for me and they don't say a fuckin' word Words, splurging urgently, I got the fucking urge Ultimately too adult for you, someone pass the hors d'oeuvres Buying low tops, only time me and you prolly converse Getting overlapped, or leaving your peers behind, what's worse?
Till the day I die Prayin' over my shoulder, protect me my God I know times is hard but can't get no harder Need some motivation if I'm gonna get farther Just keep going harder
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No privacy this time of week, trying to fulfill the prophecy Ducking as the tires screech, somebody die right next to me The block'll see, most of them not in my favor, they just [?] for me Light up your house, that was Christmas Eve Dump you out over water, call it overseas With some foreign bitches that don't got ID's Vacation, Jamaica, that was a good time for me Life of luxury, teach my kids royalty Yea
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