and my shoes may be worn But I've been a wealthy boy since I've been born 'Cause I call Him when I'm troubled and I call Him when I'm weak And He always
I am They wanna know what fuckin label i'm signing to I'm the C.E.O. of Diplomat records I sign myslef get your cake up [Cam'ron:] I'm like a crack
done yet your pretty silhouette I?m hoping me and you can ride off in the sunset I wanna get you all alone girl I can?t wait to Get you to my home I?ve
I felt a cold chill I figured, let me step before I have to diss her That's when I overheard her girlfriend try to whisper (Oh, I know him from somehwere
end of a pool cue but I aint banging I aint waving no flag Im ATF but they aint seein no badge its heartbreak Drake I hate to see em so sad I could son
nobody's back Like "Dammit Elvis, don't he know, he ain't no Johnny Cash" If Mr. Phillips was the only man that Jerry Lee still would call sir Then I
I can Decker Nigga, ya figgedy figure the, way I kick it I'm dashin, I stiggedy stuck Johnny for his Cash and I trashed him, I miggedy made the bastard
goodnight It's my time to shine it's playtime tonight I'ma try to stand my ground, know when I fall I left your ass Home Alone, hopin I call [Chorus:
please I need chip count The pit boss, swear I flip over, you gon' flip out I'm all in, here to win, I rep Staten Island He called it, I showed four jacks
, there's too many roughnecks Give two of these to Flex, tell him it's real rap like Ghost Had to beat niggaz with toast Clubs V.I. clientele we lay it
! Keep a pen and a pad on stash I used to crab the last, now I flow for dough, and I rhyme for cash I'm glad to say goodnight to Johnny Carson And brother
more like ya mama's couch I passed on him again like I always do Mama Mia got the razor-sharp lyrics nigga I thought you knew I flow through five, violent
one of the worst I used to rob, want you cash, but your chain first No questions asked, bitch don't laugh, after him your purse I knew I was one of the
the idea, and I'll be back for a decision. [BOTI:] Conglomerate...Johnny, you follow that son of a bitch, I don't trust him one fuckin' bit. [Verse
a cocksucker I got a, hideout for a cop ducker I got a, condo for a baller nigga I got a, gay friend you can call her nigga [Rick Ross] I got a, dick
, please I need chip count The pit boss, swear I flip over, you gon' flip out I'm all in, here to win, I rep Staten Island He called it, I showed four
's too many roughnecks Give two of these to Flex, tell him it's real rap like Ghost Had to beat niggaz with toast clubs V.I. clientele we lay it down
, ah Keep a pen and a pad on stash I used to crab the last, now I flow for dough and I rhyme for cash I'm glad to say goodnight to Johnny Carson And
