Lyrics
(Intro)
Keep counting, yeah
For my niggas, yo
(Verse 1)
A gangsta's paradise, what a life
It's hell to pay, play for keeps, I can't be held up
Put em up, this a hold up
I ain't gone hold you
I give a fuck what niggas told you, it won't console you
It would behoove you, to move through
I'm through waiting, I made my occupation
My ex made her own bed, I told her sleep in it
It hit different, I was deep in it
In it to win, wedded to The Mob
It's all fish, I breaded the cod
Spared the rod
Spare time is hard to come by, oh what a job
Fuck em all, no kumbaya, no peace treaty
We starving out the greedy, I carved it out completely
Ballin out, we in Tahiti
My chick calling out of work, I'm smirking at her purse
Creamy like Tahini, chef kiss, I hit it first
It's marvelous, I prefer to have what's hard to get
Moving targets, insulate, recruit the sergeants, I'm not sorry
Cash money is the army, credit is the pentagon, colorful like Benetton
Tom Ford furniture
Talking through the intercom
Buzzin in my kinfolk
You buzzin but you still broke
We all laughing
The millionth time I seen it happen
Fuck rappin
Keep counting
Tivon Key, Willie Buckley
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