Goodbye

(album: House Money - 2019)

My favorite rappers was Pac, Big & Jay
Nas & Fiddy Cent, N.W.A yeah
Screaming fuck cops before them niggas
My older brother had me pulling the trigger (yeah)
Everyday I was running from the law
Hit out on the competition I'm coming for them all yeah
Caught his ass slipping, coming from the mall
He had his kids so I let him live
But if I see him again he wouldn't get a pass
Baby want that Jellotin pudding in her ass "Splash
Duffle full of cash,"you ever speak of my name I'm coming for ya fast"
You niggaz be lolly pop, cotton candy, colder than winter hot as Miami
The musical mercenary is back, lyrical nigga please
I'm murdering you motherfucka's I make 'em memories (yeah)

You can, run with us or get, run over
No more slipping we getting older
Forty-four in the holster
Baby you can cry on my shoulder
Yeah, we doing what they said we'll never do
Look out the window of the Lear it's a better view
It's over for you niggaz goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye

(40 boys nigga, you know what's up)
(Alright, yeah)
Run with us or get run over
All you niggas are dolce's
Come to coke, I'm your broker
I be having it like sosa (scarface)
Shipping it down to Dover (Delaware)
That's what got me the crib in Boca (Florida)
I ain't wearing no fashion nova (faggot)
Ya'll niggas should have a [?] (pussy)
Ya'll niggas the dunda dunce
I play the back but I love the front
You know exactly where we from
Wifey here getting done
Got an 8 ball in her bun (uh oh)
There cam go, me and Charly Rambo
40th and Lennox we play human commando
We needed Lucini, no cam blow
Yo Max, I don't think they understand though

You can, run with us or get, run over
No more slipping we getting older
Forty-four in the holster
Baby you can cry on my shoulder
Yeah, we doing what they said we'll never do
Look out the window of the Lear it's a better view
It's over for you niggaz goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye

I'm a boss, I'm a God
Taking pictures for the sauce, dripping sauce, foreign cars
Maneuver with my rod
Out my mind for real
I be in the Uber with a bomb
Got the drop where you living
Make you go move in with your mom
This 40 will make you back flip
My young bitch dropped out of school but she does my taxes
I'm on 40th knocking Max's shit
We're starving, can't believe they tried to feed me with rations
I'm the hottest to come up out of Manhattan since Cam was spazzing
All day I see cameras flashing
Dirt gang we bandana flagging
No talk we demanding action
Give a fuck what your man be asking
He was the toughest them shots went off and you ran the fastest
Vacationing down in Florida and they caught him in Tampa lacking
Big gavel when you come home, they gotta bring Grand Cru back
I just need a location to move and I can move that
Niggas think I might drew hell, before I even drew that
They violated, couldn't recognize and they like who that
Pray that my niggas shoot back

You can, run with us or get, run over
No more slipping we getting older
Forty-four in the holster
Baby you can cry on my shoulder
Yeah, we doing what they said we'll never do
Look out the window of the Lear it's a better view
It's over for you niggaz goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye