Jim Pandzko - Coming 2 America
Game on lock, niggas know my flame get hotI don't even understand why you came for my
spot
After the massacre, I'm picking niggas out
my teeth,
Capisce,
Money never sleeps
Yeah, I'm back up in this bitch again,
From Michigan, I've been in the streets like Michelin.
The old me is gone, I know you missing him Remember you was just dissin him
Now I got you dismissing them
Oh, I passed that test, cashed that check
Fiji diamonds on my neck, you know, I had to flex But nevertheless
Now You See Me, like I'm Dave Franco
Y'all gassin' these niggas up like they hot
But they ain't though,
I think they tanks slow
Safe in the basement, we always keep the Franks low,
Yeah
Yo,
If time is money, guess I'm spending time
Over the top with this shit, still on my grind
You niggas is not paying the same dues as me
And I know you hoes don't know the same dudes as me
Usually,
I get a check, or two, or three
Presumably, if I gotta choose you or me
Yo family gon' be reading a fuckin' eulogy
Bitch,
Real G's move in silence, I'm foreign
Y'all niggas boring, I'm really touring
Miseducated like Ms. Lauryn
U niggas know y'all got me fucked up, playing with that light shit
Let's play domino,
I'm familiar with that cash
Simpatico
If the bitch ain't gettin' cash, then she gotta go
Yeah
That's on my mama
Light the blunt
Written by:
Germany Maxwell
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