Great Advice!
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Lamborghini
How they let yo man live and he still hype
How could something be so wrong but it feel right
Designer bags on me its gon' be a long flight
I'm shootin' for the moon, bro shooting' to take they life
He told me many man are sneaky, that some great advice
He told me I should keep the glizzy, that some great advice
If you always steady boxin' then get paid to fight
She looked me deep inside my eyes and said that's great advice
She don't give that box away for free no mo they pay a price
She don't give that box away no mo, they pay a price
I'm so wild I don't pick my fights
My heart frozen in a cube of ice
Friday night in Rancho Cucamonga smokin' flight
Ain't no flight risk judge
I ain't mention my plug
When I pull up wit a Bentley and the roof go in the trunk
Also pull up wit a baddie and a plug go in her trunk
Saran Wrap it in some chili and then stuff it in the truck
Shawty listen to yo gut
They just out to set you up
He just ran out of appeals cause' he ran em out the club
Trigga happy and his bullets hit flesh, bone, and blood
You could buy allot of jewelry when you sell all of this mud
But this mud is just like quick sand it will burry you for good
All these bodies in the hood it feel like Tales From The Hood
All these bodies in the hood feel like an Egyptian burial temple
Only way to see the dead is if you smoke and change your mental
Erybody copyin' T.V huh (uh huh)
Guess it's time for Gemini's to eat huh (uh huh)
Only God could interrupt this feast uh (uh huh)
They can't stop me from killin' you on these beats uh (ah uh)
Insecure and worried bout yo bitch uh (uh huh)
Got some shit to put you on get rich from
All the critics analyzin' this uh
They be turnt up throwin' fits uh
How they let yo man live and he still hype
How could something be so wrong but it feel right
Designer bags on me its gon' be a long flight
I'm shootin' for the moon, bro shooting' to take they life
He told me many man are sneaky, that some great advice
He told me I should keep the glizzy, that some great advice
If you always steady boxin' then get paid to fight
She looked me deep inside my eyes and said that's great advice
Nobody givin' props right now O.G we rather shoot then fight
Started off wit cap guns and shot em between each others eyes.
I'm so wild I don't pick my fights
My heart frozen in a cube of ice
Friday night in Rancho Cucamonga smokin' flight
They was always hard to trust
Like a bank account wit bucks
Made myself a valuable player and then focused on my bucks
I ain't taken from nobody unless I made they hands go up
You keep checkn' on them stocks because my whole block going up