TJ THE GR8 and TERENCE JAMES MILTON - Pay Me
Im a custom to the good life
So Phuque to what it look like.
High quality livingIm reinventing the hood life
So low it don't owe itBroddy pay me what you owe meTreat me DON'T cheat me babyCall it what you wanna.
Since You need me cnd I need mine.U should sign that check andSave us booth some timeI get pennies for my thoughtsc couple hunid for my rhymesThen it's back to the mutha Phaquing grind
VerseWell i heard a hata said he had plans fa meHe said he wanna to dog me outcnd hand me my defeat.Then i hope that cat got 9 lives to givecnd that he land on his mutha phuckn feet.I told you already i am a productOf my environment. Do it or die trying it.Give it or die hiding itHow could they not sign meHow did they not find me When I've been on the frontline Shouting shit out proudly.Like phuque Joe bidencnd phuque trump too.Cause they ain't never gave a phuccbout me and you.I'm the Unvaxx cll natural cmerican Classic.Talking shet about the gr8'sc way to get that azz kickedEy Tj got bars for dayscnd he coming to the top in a major wayTell them niggas at the spotThey don't get paid to waitI'm the hero and the bossSee how I save the day.cggressive like a savage i just gotta have it.U look unfamiliar withFa me it's a habit. I steel got it, like plasticWasn't ever an optitonIllmatic build classicsOff this veteran nas shiiiit.
Im a custom to the good lifeSo Phuque to what it look like.high quality livingIm reinventing the hood life
So low it don't owe itBroddy pay me what you owe meTreat me DON'T cheat me babyCall it what you wanna.
Since You need me cnd I need mine.U should sign that check andSave us booth some timeI get pennies for my thoughtsc couple hunid for my rhymesThen it's back to the everyday (mutha Phaquing) grind
Verse 2I need my money on toast breakfastI'm wearing it close necklace.I don't really swimi just want it in boats reckless.Post it to the channel tell emFollow me close. Check itI be that model for them modelsThat come out of them. Clothes naked
Now I am not a pretty boyNor am i a silly boyYou dealing wit a nigga from the cityWith a gritty voice.Just ask em i teach with passionHow to cash in.How to stack it upcnd make haters catch out Like last year.I'm pass fear.graduate to a world class tier.If you pay the founder's feeU Better get down here.Whoa kimosabiBout to a fold me somebodyCause it's 2 things u don't play withMy coins or my money.
We've been climbing this mount ain400yrs and countingOn Top of every tournamentThey still be doubting.c racist still be clowning& Hatas still be frowning.But if i up and get to stompingWould they feel me now
Now when it's all said and donecnd i done did my thang.I wanna sit back relaxcnd count up my change.Hang it up by chains.Lock it up by name. Send it all to the top Let's call it stock exchange
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