rest in peace big mello we gon miss you nigga man i done lost so many homies i need tissue nigga taking million dolla pictures me and all of my niggas in three years i plan to have stacks like jigga aw naw hell naw man y all done up and done it we chiefing like everyday smoking bluebonic chronic i did it i done it this rap beef you know who won it i m five million worldwide i got mo money europe paid me eighty g s for a hour show and any nigga would be a damn fool not to go you rap about amsterdam nigga i really been and over there you could get ten blunts for ten i smoke over and over again god forgive me cause i m a young thug with tattoos in my skin four hundred thousand dolla benz with my name on my rims and when i pull up hoes be like i know that s him sometime i flip in a cream caddy sometime i flip in a fleetwood you know the one with the platinum skin and the chrome spinning shoes that fill the feet good might slide in my dodge intrepid or the limousine tint over 83 s and fresh meat garunteed to squeeze when enemies test me i mma empty the clip and reload again ain t got no gal ain t got no friends only thing i give a damn about is my ends i wish screw zoo was alive so i could watch him make another dub again i m mad at the world fuck love again cause my so called partnas think i m capping bitch i ve earned the right to live the good life y all know how long i ve been rapping we ride burbans and lacs black yellow or blue that s the only way we ride chopping blades like screw i m the king of the clover z ro the mo city don and all we do is get money you know i m thinking of a master plan i got chrome fans on my promotional van i m the new liberraci look at how this shit got me i fuck with d block and the dip set posse my spinners don t stop y all rappers don t shop cause your jeweler told me you be wearing fake rocks and if i catch you in my hood homie you can t leave cause i do niggas like fabolous man they can t breathe i got a trick up my sleeve don t ever pick up my weed and i don t tell my hoes bye i fuck em get up and leave and when i pass by the laws i gotta switch up my speed cause my spider on the highway doing 153  every morning i wake up and give my praises to god just for letting me see another sunrise cause sometime making it through the night is hard living in a place where cheering kills cheering and police be the civilian lord i ve been calling you so long i wonder if you even hear me even though i can call a whole heep a burdans i know there s a bunch of blessings as well i remember when i had to sleep on benches straight rob motherfuckers and leap over fences in a single bound i wish my mama could see me now ain t no detectives trying to see me now with no rival gangs trying to beat me down it s mtv and bet now and ain t no mo regular weed ain t nothing but the best herb with a grandaddy size cup of codiene straight eight over ice nigga yes sir i m leaning like i need a v8 representing for the 3rd coast look respect the south and we gon see straight see straight 1
['crunk', 'dirty south rap', 'gangster rap', 'houston rap', 'memphis hip hop', 'pop rap', 'southern hip hop', 'trap']