
Date of issue: 31.12.1997
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Confedi |
Look Eddie |
This is a chance, and I wanna take it |
Now… before I have to kill somebody |
Before somebody ices me |
Are you with me Eddie? |
Niggas always claim they’ve got confedi |
But too many niggas wanna hop out, before they ready |
Get they hand on a block of dough, try to live like Frank Nitty |
Play it broke until you get out the game, cause the shit gets heavy |
Zo No in the bucket with ho chicken not made bucks yet |
Nigga couldn’t meet me in my spot so I say fuck it |
Them niggas don’t stick to the program, no white folks hang on Beemer |
From O-Z's to keys, now ain’t no time to change em |
See that’s why niggas fuck up, chakra made em money |
And they stopped makin money, ain’t got shit to do with cut |
Go from twenty G’s grind for the week with no expenses |
Til ya splurge and put your biz up in the streets, a nigga snitches |
Now them bitches lookin at you shitty and, you done attracted |
Every beggin bitch up in the fuckin city, it’s a pity |
With you, honey used to spend a week, jumped up |
A few G’s, since she wanna fuckin play gold dig |
They never knew you had that much grip, now you got |
Every clown in the city tryin to peep out your shit |
Start splurgin 'fore they time up real dummies they smoked |
But that’s the main two reasons why niggas go broke |
Main most of these niggas need to slow they roll |
Claimin balla but they never played the game befo' |
Too many niggas hindsight, wide right, doin what ya cain’t |
Suicide my eyes wide-eyed, bein what you ain’t |
Why so many motherfuckers claim they movin that weight |
But wouldn’t even know a dime if it shit in they face? |
So why pussy ass niggas flashin Benz car keys |
Showin ass but they barely even seein O-Z's? |
And got the whole neighborhood thinkin they ship keys |
And them makin hoes thinkin that they really OG’s |
But boy if you only knew, you shouldn’t be |
Somethin that you never been, bitch niggas ain’t veterans |
I’m tellin them, lay it low til on the way out or |
End up a dead motherfucker with your dick in your mouth |
Cause when the shit gets heavy, to you it’s like a movie |
That’s scary and real, niggas let the pistol play Freddy, confedi |
Uhh, seldom seem in the platinum dream, hustlin for cream |
By any means necessary, top it off with a cherry |
For every nigga that know, it comes natural, don’t rush your life |
Away playa potnah stack up your cashflow and take your walk |
A day at a time, from a nickel to a dime |
Smokin weed drinkin wine, keepin it on my mind |
A blind fury as a shine, jewelry flashin |
Niggas playa hate cause bitches love it with a passion |
But fuck em though; |
I live untouchable, a hustler high |
Tryin to make it out the game like Superfly |
Livin do or die, and I’m on it 'fore I bail out the do' |
Ask my hoes before I go; |
you want a blow? |
Smoke somethin |
Ain’t no future in your frontin my naigga |
Gotta get the ground beneath your feet first potnah |
And take it how it come, and play it like it go if you ready |
And let em know you all about your 'fedi nigga huh? |
Hear me say what… |
New Chorus: |
Hoes up on the dick, cause you’re drivin Lexus |
But where all the bitches was, before you was flexin |
He’s a money hungry nigga to have, B-L-E-S-S-E-D |
But the white folks’ll have your ass dreamin bout the street |
I see, most nigga shit cream |
Them hoes know, when they gets caught by the team, believe me |
They get hotter than that, your stack will scream |
Once The Man gets to diggin on 'fedi |
You spend it so lavishly, obviously you ain’t recognize |
That them laws do have eyes |
And what you do attract, is like dick to cat |
Before you know, they’ll be pullin burglar boys off the door |
The Caddy, whose gonna ride inside? |
Well not you |
Your folks had to slang em, bank em |
On another appeal, nigga these streets is real |
You reminiscin, do you still get a thrill? |
I tell you it’ll fail you every time, these material things |
Get your pride up, got these fools thinkin they kings |
And your punk ass team can’t help, or will they? |
Because you didn’t choose wisely |
Hey, look playa -- you wanna be rich? |
Well the key to bein rich is paisleys |
Oh yeah but you gotta make sure you make progress daily |
But if your mind ain’t right, get your fuckin mind right |
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