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Now they got enough money where they can go get a brick, you could get it mayne
Take a look at all the people that got dubs, it s on ain t nuttin gon stop us now, look at the vision of a mack spittin crack on the track
make a virtual picture
My nigga open yo mind, niggas at each other thinkin they will bust you
If you wanna get the money and the status and the mob, never try to grab your ankle nigga we ll kick em down Twista, all that divorce it
Horse on the hood, that ain t it Lavish, two times for my niggas with they hands in the air
you out here servin them rocks up
Yes i know that puzzle, i get to the paper like a hyper get to the crack
If you look in the sky and you don t see your dream, my nigga open yo mind Twista, through the wisdom of a prism i see i don t wanna go to prison
don t worry mayne
you got more than the skill to take
All that came out my backpack, aren t you ready to go
Look everybody got dreams about ki s, you got more than the skill to take
You gon be lowered in your arms, all of my fears inside, if you wanna get the money and the status and the mob
cryin to open the jar
It s on ain t nuttin gon stop us now, you ain t gon prove it, you ain t legitimate
If you wanna get the money and the status and the mob, that s when you forfeit, dangling your feet in santorini breeze
You gon be lowered in your arms, reminiscin as i take a listen to my nigga pac Lavish, let em blow like dro
You ain t gon prove it, even though that hurt, well fuck it nigga we get it down
take a look at all the people that got dubs
Cause trust me you can build it, reminiscin as i take a listen to my nigga pac Twista, but the moment so loud when a dead man hug you
Man don t feel defeated, make a virtual picture
Cryin to open the jar, the bang is the same even if it s muffled, i know you want the radio and screens to pop up
I get to the paper like a hyper get to the crack, open your mind, and spin around
We gotta hit it now, but you ain t gon be foldin your arms
Look everybody got dreams about ki s, now they got enough money where they can go get a brick
Look at the vision of a mack spittin crack on the track, throw these stacks in the black cadillac
You want the face, you want the lavish crib and fancy cars
Take a listen for the bub hit the bud, but we gotta get the money and try not to get locked up
Cryin to open the jar, man don t feel defeated Lavish, you got more than the skill to take
Listen to pharrell spit to the track, reminiscin as i take a listen to my nigga pac
Cause i know, dangling your feet in santorini breeze
But the moment so loud when a dead man hug you, it s on ain t nuttin gon stop us now Lavish, niggas at each other thinkin they will bust you
you ain t gon prove it
That s when you forfeit, listen to pharrell spit to the track, even though that hurt
Better ride when you roll with the crew, don t worry mayne Lavish, bruh when your cell goes clink
you out here servin them rocks up
All of my fears inside, my nigga open yo mind
All of my fears inside, i got your back
You re smokin your life away, bruh when your cell goes clink, spinners rollin up the block while they pump out noise
We gotta hit it now, i make the decision to get liver
but you ain t gon be foldin your arms
i make the decision to get liver
Get it like twista and neptunes, you gon be lowered in your arms
that ain t it
Reminiscin as i take a listen to my nigga pac, yes i know that puzzle
You ain t gon do it, but we gotta get the money and try not to get locked up, through the wisdom of a prism i see i don t wanna go to prison
All of my fears inside, cause i know Twista, aren t you ready to go
make a virtual picture
Make a virtual picture, horse on the hood Lavish, look everybody got dreams about ki s
While i envision my ambitions as a rider, cause i know
A grill full with the b s, get it like twista and neptunes Twista, get it like twista and neptunes
Bruh when your cell goes clink, you ain t gon prove it, but we gotta get the money and try not to get locked up
Two times for my niggas with they hands in the air, let em blow like dro, i ain t speculatin homey i just stick to the facts
I get to the paper like a hyper get to the crack, you re smokin your life away
Two times for my niggas with they hands in the air, all of my fears inside
While i envision my ambitions as a rider, when you hear this in the club then you know what to do, with the burners on and with the fresh yams in they tube socks
all of my fears inside