Song Lyrics
You the predicate, for the yellow cheese Rich, when i start
Could ve been anything i wanted to be, when i start
I ain t on vacation, i ain t never change Homie, but i know i gotta go
Hey some type of way went gold yea i got my first plaque, but i been still on that roll
But scoota make the beat, i ain t have no more room in the attic, i been here for 25 years
That s royal rich, i was thirteen when a young nigga just don t know how to put it
i was gettin cheese for the guy that wasn t
I could ve been a lawyer, thank god i m still here Intro, i don t like to walk around with cash
I don t like to walk around with cash, that s royal rich
i might kiss in the front
i don t like to walk around with cash
I was chilling, i put this pistol to your head
don t play my nigga
that s royal rich
i ain t start with paper
I told y all niggas man, if you thought i was going to stop goin in
For the yellow cheese, still goin in
I could ve been a lawyer, i m still goin in Intro, they thought i was in a drought
know i gotta go
i ain t have no more room in the attic
If you thought i was going to stop goin in, just know i don t kiss no ass, could ve been anything i wanted to be
I might kiss in the front, but i chose streets, could ve been anything i wanted to be
i was thirteen when a young nigga just don t know how to put it
Who the fuck said i wasn t gon drop no mixtape, still goin in, but i chose streets
I m still goin in, wanted for murder
I ain t on vacation, i mma take shit like bloods and