the girls in my class who were smart enough to pass Be at all my fucking parties, grabbing money off the ground [Verse 1 - Drake] Yeah, all hail Mister
it up for life Lil nigga gettin' it in and doing this for life Lil won't got right so he back up on his business Life to this game, flamed up and spittin
dog tiger blood i eat your heart out (out out out) lick my paws hannibal lecter im so involved follow alone Jay Sean pass the patron We shining hard up in this mother fuck
Dre just fell the fuck off Well fuck the fuck offs All y'all eat soft, be mad, we bad fresh up outta the vault, oh! New syllables eat ball, ya fucks offs
get it inside Push it back down, Blackout, Blood in your eye Floating down As colors fill the light We look up from the ground In fields of paperwhite And floating up
stay ahead of you Big up to the haters, big up all you low niggas Biggin' you all up should make you feel a little bigger Big up to the fake niggas
do it for the strippers and the bitches put their ass up I do it for the haters that them never put their hands up I do it for the hustlers and this
fuck wit brand new.. Jus cuz we cant fuck again dont mean that i dont fuck wit you (Gucci - Chorus) I pull em out the box Then i lace my tennis shoes.. Pull up
up, ho's down Looking in the mirror, I'm nowhere to be found Blood, I'm a dog, call me a blood hound Throwing Blood in the air, leave blood on the ground
guess it's fuck what they say I'm high as a bitch, up, up and away, man, I come down in a couple of days Ok, you want me up in the cage then I'll come
a new day Cot damn, but the nigga wanted money They call me 'Pusha' for one reason 'Cause I keep that sniff all seasons Whether the price is up or down
water, sold it in bottles for 2 bucks And Coca-Cola came and bought it for billions, what the fuck? Have a baby by me baby, be a millionaire I write the check before the baby comes, who the fuck
, I know your name And where you rest, I'll make a mess The holla tipsy in ch-chest Call for blood to EMS Come pick you up You know you fucked when You
kid I wasn't kiddin then Special ed kid in the back on Ritalin Crib all fucked up, hooptie all fucked up Pockets all fucked up, now nigga wassup? I'm
', nigga share an ambulance Throw up blood with my hands, my gang poppin' niggas Smoke that kush and not that reggie for you name droppin' niggas All
want to show crushing up the percepts chasing the high, sadly I couldna??t make this shit up if I tried the forecast shows a downpour y'all just made God cry, praying for
no more.] [-Estelle] Uh huh, listen yo We can?t talk no more blood ?Cause you never ever really understood blood. My heart was open but you stepped right on, You never thought that I was up for
't have to lie Must think I'm a fool, fucking round with you Need to give me proof, I need to hear the truth I just got one question for you Wonder why