Lyrics
Just when you thought we were done
Get away clean, Master P in 91’
If only you knew what we done over come.
Overstand that this ain’t what you want.
I’m ‘Bout it ‘Bout it like it’s 1997.
If all young kings get beheaded
Expect royalty in heaven.
Me and my G’s,
big bands looking like One Direction.
(Whoo! Whoo!)
Start by getting the facts straight
Some learn better the hard way.
Whole lot of stress in a book bag
Young boy carry the hard weight.
As long as the family eat first,
I got a reason to say grace.
Sipping the holiest agua
Wishing I wash all my sins way.
Way way down down
In a dark place I’ve sunken.
Rat race, money chase I’m lost in.
John Q with the hostage.
Might meet my profit
That broke life too costly
And it don’t fly like ostrich.
Young dumb so reckless,
AP with a death wish.
Jealousy on entrance
No I.D no guest list.
See the thriller in the mirror
Halo matching with the leather.
We gone done em’ on arrival
Bad Bad. No Michael
(Nah wait)
Bad Bad like I,
Still a legend when I die.
Mama said it wasn’t easy
Win win, then repeat.
Mama said it wasn’t easy
Win win, then repeat.
Win Win, Win again.
Just when you thought we were done
Get away clean, Master P in 91’
If only you knew what we done over come.
Overstand that this ain’t what you want.
I’m ‘Bout it ‘Bout it like it’s 1997.
If all young kings get beheaded
Expect royalty in heaven.
Me and my G’s,
big bands looking like One Direction.
(Whoo! Whoo!)
We pull strings like triggers
Bet I never missed that shot
Bet I never miss my calling,
When she want me on top.
Hmm. She that’s G - O - D
You gotta earn that spot.
Good things don’t come cheap
All my mistakes cost.
Fragrance Hugo Boss
Can’t smell fear on man.
You could never tell man
—SHH — SHH.
Them man know my voice.
All I smoke is noise
Hope God bless my plug
Hope God got my dons
H we soon link up.
Bad Bad like I,
Still a legend when I die.
Mama said it wasn’t easy
Win win, then repeat.
Mama said it wasn’t easy
Win win, then repeat.
Win Win, Win again.
Just when you thought we were done
Get away clean, Master P in 91’
If only you knew what we done over come.
Overstand that this ain’t what you want.
I’m ‘Bout it ‘Bout it like it’s 1997.
If all young kings get beheaded
Expect royalty in heaven.
Me and my G’s,
big bands looking like One Direction.
(Whoo! Whoo!)
Just when you thought we were.
WRITERS
BRIAN GREGORY HEARD, Jephte steed Baloki, Jesse Sokari-George, Kwadwo Amponsah, Kwame Kwei-Armah
PUBLISHERS
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Royalty Network
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