Maybach shit I'm Barry Gordy to the streets With a kilo, so that boy had been a beast I wanna be there when each one of my kids born Raw blood, hundred acres each to live on Real nigga to the day that I'm deceased Even then I pray I'm living through

There was a time when a moment like this Wouldn’t ever cross my mind The sun will rise with my name on your lips ‘Cause everything will change tonight Big boys don’t cry They don’t ask why Shout out from the bottom of my lungs A plague on both your houses

There goes the alarm Now he gotta getcha And there goes the alarm ringing in my head Like somebody said, "don't you trust him, no" Texting from his ex, what did you expect? Now you're lying here knowing where he goes Karma is a bitch, yeah Same way that

Let me go, boys Where the rivers all run dry If I should fall from grace with god Where no doctor can relieve me If I'm buried 'neath the sod But the angels won't receive me Let me go down in the mud Let them go, boys Let them go down in the mud

A flood (Quelea, quelea) of blood to the heart (Quelea, quelea) A flood of blood to the heart Heat shimmer Open smother Ooh, dead in the middle of the C-O-double-M-O-N Little did I know then that the Mandela Boys Soon become Mandela Men Hips quiver

Up in the club, don't give a fuck Two bottles, shawty, two bitches waitin' Two tens, that's a win-win situation Happy birthday, I'm feelin' brand new Up in the club, still don't give a fuck It's the boy Lil' Jon (Yeah!) Got my partner Yelawolf with' me

Two dopeboys in a Cadillac Stayed real, struck it rich, how can you hate on that? Weed clouds in the air, diamonds in the back By the code, the game a decade old I'm livin' like Ox, big-ass house, weed nuggets in the bowl I don't watch soccer, but I like

I'm a steady rollin' man, I roll both night and day I'm the man that rolls, when icicles hangin' on the tree I'm a steady rollin' man, hmm, I roll both night and day But I haven't got no sweet woman, hmm, boys, to be rollin' this-a way And now you hear

Cause I’m a girl Cause I’m a girl, Oh yeah With a bottle of wine and you I’m a girl, I got skills I can dance all night in five inch heels And make you feel like the luckiest boy in the world I can get a free drink for flipping my hair I can rock a

They call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy And God I know I'm one There is a house in New Orleans My mother was a tailor Sewed my new blue jeans My father was a gamblin' man Down in New Orleans Now the only thing a gambler needs