[50 Cent:]
Let me tell you a story about these two guys
That eventually became brothers
You got this kid named Tune
Tunechi, some shit like that
Straight out of 17th of New Orleans
Been rich since he was like thirteen, fourteen years old
He came with his own style
They tried to steal his shit
He ended up puttin' the whole game on his back
Had clientele for years and always had good product
And then you got Slim from the Southside of Atlanta
Loved playin' basketball, he a real Mama's boy
And that's how he got the name Tity Boi
Slicker than a spill of oil
Soon as he got his hands on his first pack
He flipped that, he never looked back
And when they met up and devised a plan
On how to take over the land
It kind of went like this
Welcome 2 Collegrove
[Part I]
Collegrove
Yup
Lit, bitch, I'm the shit
I'm a real walkin' lick, spent a brick on my fit
I show up in this bitch, sick as throw up in this bitch
Lookin' like I wore a fuckin' jewelry store up in this bitch
Wait, Sqad Up, that's my fuckin' skate team, nigga (The gang)
You don't want that real smoke, you vaping, nigga (No way)
To be safe, none of my guns on safety, nigga
Who the fuck I look like? Ed Reed, nigga?
Coupe on ultraviolet (Yeah)
Tunechi on narcotics, so my pupils always hidin'
All those Bugle Boys you wearin', all you stupid need designer
Sippin' soup up out the styro', drippin' too hard for Poseidon
And my semi-automatic, and my drip on autopilot
And my jewelry on sarcastic, my money on plastic
When it comes to dead presidents, I'm a bastard
And all my bitches passive, and all my hoes erotic
And my dick on automatic, and my drip on autopilot (Yeah)
Drippin' so hard, might go on a water diet (Diet)
Diamonds on her tongue 'cause she geekin' off the molly (Molly)
Don't bring me no ones, I blow funds on her body (Body)
Blow funds on her body, bitch, my drip on autopilot
[Part II]
So you know, another guest just walked into Nicki Minaj TV
And I just asked him what, what that fragrance that he had on
And he had to get real cocky and pop his collar
So let, let him do it on, on TV (Toni!)
You probably seen me with a double-cup glued to my hand
Baby, ask your friend what she gon' do for this band
I'm the realest one in here, I'ma tell you in advance
Take this G6, you might wake up in Japan, yeah
Probably seen me with a double-cup in my hand
Baby, ask your friend what she gon' do for this band
I'm the realest one in here, I'ma tell you in advance
Take this G6, you might wake up in Japan (Toni!)
Got the city on my back, I might need shoulder pads (Ayy, ayy)
Tried to DM me, now seeing my shoes in photographs
Difference 'tween my watch and yours is the chronograph
Quarter-half, whole thangs, I put diamonds on toe rings
Say she love my protein
Money pull my pants down, I'ma need a drawstring
Ask me, did I have anything to eat? I told her, "Cocaine"
Big flames out the muzzle
Customers was often puzzled at the fact that I was humble
They say, "Life a bitch," I'ma smut her, need a couple rubbers
Had a girl named Nina, all we used to do was smoke and cuddle
You already know, I need a couple million on the double
Anybody seen my ceiling? (Where?)
My nigga got locked up and started sellin' dope in prison
Yeah (Fuck you talkin' 'bout?)
Yeah, the truth my religion (Southside, uh)
Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom (Tru)
Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom
Yeah, the truth my religion, turn up!
You probably seen me with a double-cup glued to my hand (Yeah)
Baby, ask your friend what she gon' do for this band (Fuck that shit)
I'm the realest one in here, I'ma tell you in advance (Realest one)
Take this G6, you might wake up in Japan, yeah (Woo)
Big diamonds, big dog, big shinin'
Hit him all in the stomach, fucked up his linin'
Could've caught him at that Wendy's, it was bad timin' (21)
Do a nigga mob style, hit him while he dinin'
Uh, told your fuckin' ass I'll be back
Now them niggas goin' crazy tryna sign me back
Like some play, say Young Money nigga for sure
Camped out in front your house, we just lit up some smores
Now these niggas want bars, Butterfingers, Snickers, and Mars
Seven days a week, bet a nigga armed
Yeah, Fresh, we done done it, did it without stuntin'
Countin' money, need a calculator
The crib got a elevator, you not a skater
We got you on the floor, paint your ass red
Turn this bitch into an art show
Now on the left side, we got the brand-new Benz
And on the inside, got brand-new MAC-10s
And in the middle of the night, niggas'll find you
Me and 2 Chainz, bitch, we the new Big Tymers
Manny Frres on the beat, he a true Big Tymer
Foreign cars (Cars)
Foreign broads (Broads)
Hoes with no bras (Yeah)
Neighborhood like big drawers
I'm a G.O.A.T. (G.O.A.T)
What you know? (Know)
What's the score?
You hurtin', I front you ten kilos
I like women (Women)
That like women (Women)
That like grinnin' (Grinnin')
That like swimmin' (Swimmin')
That's lightskinnin' (Skinnin')
Or darkskinnin' (Skinnin')
They skinny-dippin' (Dippin')
You penny pitchin' (Pictin')
You pussy pimpin' (Pimpin')
Or pussy poppin' (Poppin')
I'm want it, nigga (Ayy)
I'm on a mission (Ayy)
I gotta get it (Get it)
'Cause me and Tune (Yeah)
Like fuckin' siblings (Ooh)
You fuckin' gimmick (Yeah)
You fuckin' with us (Yeah)
You get whacked (Whacked)
Your wig cracked (Crack)
A big sacks (Yeah)
I shot ball (Ayy)
I pitch crack (Ayy)
I dig that (Ayy)
I'm raw, nigga (Yeah)
No zig-zag (Yeah)
My bitch bad (Bad)
Her bitch bad (Bad)
You funny, nigga (Funny)
A Sinbad (Yeah)
I sit back (Yeah)
I get bags (Bags)
I baow-baow, I click-clack
Big diamonds, big dog, big shinin'
Hit him all in the stomach, fucked up his linin'
Could've caught him at that Wendy's, it was bad timin' (21)
Do a nigga mob style, hit him while he dinin' (21)
Marble floors, I got bulletproof doors (21)
Rappin' off the head like I'm Wayne, like I'm Hov (Facts)
Grew up 'round them cutthroats, I be on my toes
Old killer from my hood, stopped that clean 'cause he throwed (21)
She wanna fuck a young gangsta, I know, facts
Real deal player, I ain't never kissin' toes (21)
You know I'm in a rush, baby, come up out that robe
I pull up, she wet already, she been playin' with her robe (Goddamn, oh shit)
Damn, she done squirted on my clothes (21)
If we in the party, then we came for the hoes (21)
Open the dispensary, I got free smoke (21)
Fuck a top spot, nigga, I came for the GOAT (Pussy)
I'm a dog, German Shepard, Great Dane (Yeah)
He got money, but his ass still a lame (Yeah)
On the pole, shake that ass, do your thing
She from the Southside, down the street from Flocka Flame (On God)
Stick left him So So Def, but I don't know Jermaine (21)
How your watch a million dollars and it look plain? (21)
I'm worth eight figures, so I really can't complain (On God)
I tried to play your album, every song sound the same
Big diamonds, big dog, big shinin'
Hit him all in the stomach, fucked up his linin'
Could've caught him at that Wendy's, it was bad timin' (21)
Do a nigga mob style, hit him while he dinin' (21)
Yo, this shit is unbelievable
Bangladesh
Pressure
Pressure
Pressure, pressure
Need some pressure
Need some pressure
This shit pressure
This shit pressure (Pressure)
Two BBL, you know she extra (Know she extra)
Got that stank walk, but clean as a whistle (Whistle)
In the kitchen, scale, fork, and a pistol (And a pistol)
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, yeah, we cookin' now (Cookin' now)
You know this shit pressure, 'cause they lookin' now (They lookin' now)
Say look out for me, but they wasn't lookin' out (Lookin' out)
Got your shit together suki, suki now (Suki, suki now)
More refills on me, you know we lit, lit (Lit, lit)
They gon' run this back just like a pick six (Pick six)
I done fell in love with a thick bitch (Thick bitch)
I done fell in love with a rich bitch (Go 2)
Shawty know she pressure, talkin' high blood (High blood)
Put two girls together like a hybrid (Like a hybrid)
You know I been trappin' since the dial-up (Dial-up)
If they gon' hate, then let 'em hate, the money pile up (Woo)
When your friend call, say, "Hello, pressure speakin'" (Pressure speakin')
Towel under door, but the pressure reakin' (Yeah)
I done took a shroom with the 42 (Shit)
I done start whistlin' like 42 (Shit)
Pressure
Pressure
Pressure, pressure
Need some pressure
Need some pressure
This shit pressure
Uh, pressure busts pipes, the weapons talk nice
I only bust twice, 'cause I'm so precise
The foreign run nice, I'm whorin' all night
I don't handcuff her, and I read her her rights
I'm on that pressure, she on that bass
I'm on that treble, I'm on her level
She say her brother, he got them birds
We ruffle his feathers
Watch what you tell us, pressure cooker
Extra hard got my section full of
Smokin' dope, you can smell the boogers
Break your nose like Devin Booker
And all my hoes some second lookers
And I got bros with extra blickers
And I got Nina and I got Maggie
And they both got extra sisters
I be puttin' pressure on the plug
I get treated special by the plug
The feds puttin' pressure on me
But I don't even sweat in hot tubs
I be puttin' pressure on my lungs
I'ma fill the whole blunt with pressure
Like a stack of a hundred ones
You still will fold under pressure, lil' bitch
Pressure (Yeah)
Pressure (Yeah)
Pressure, pressure (Yeah, yeah)
Need some pressure (Yeah, yeah)
Need some pressure, pressure (Yeah)
This shit pressure (Lil' bitch)
This shit pressure (Pressure)
Two BBL, you know she extra (Extra)
Got that stank walk, but clean as a whistle (Whistle)
In the kitchen, scale, fork, and a pistol (Pistol)
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, yeah, we cookin' now (We cookin' now)
You know this shit pressure, 'cause they lookin' now (They lookin' now)
Say look out for me, but they wasn't lookin' out (Wasn't lookin' out)
Got your shit together suki, suki now (Suki, suki now)
Pressure, pressure (Suki, suki now)
Pressure, pressure (Suki, suki now)
Pressure, pressure
Pressure, pressure (Suki, suki now)
This life gon' be the death of me
Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip
Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip (Blunt)
Blunt to my lips, gun on my (Blunt, blunt)
Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip
Wake up, light the blunt I put out 'fore I fell asleep
My bitch look like she Cherokee, my crib look like I'm sellin' keys
My dick feel like some therapy, 'bout that life, I guarantee
You livin' life vicariously, this life gon' be the death of me
And she don't care where I skeet, hit that ho from hair to feet
She walk out here, she wearin' me, I talk my shit, she smellin' me
And all I hear is jealousy, I call them niggas jelly beans
Love my trigger finger so much, I bought it a wedding ring, yeah
Yeah, let's get married
Cut off his head and the rest get buried
Cross on my head like a Presbyterian
Tell him he dead and upset his parents
Tears get shed only if you carin'
Right on his head, see the red beam blarin'
Two twelve gauges like twenty four karats, hol' up
Ain't that a bitch? I might bang at your bitch
If I go at her neck, I might hang that lil' bitch
Scope on the TEC and it came with that shit
I could hit you up from any range with that bitch
Got papers on Draco, a case in Laredo
You fuck with me wrong, I'ma bake your potato
I twist his head up just like a tornado
Pull out the toast, I'm like, "Leggo my Eggo"
I buss down a Quaalude, fuck on a gay ho
Can't find a straight a ho, but I ain't complainin'
That's how my day go, I said, "Okay, ho"
I been on my Jay, ho, I'm Ben and she J.Lo
She been to Barbados, I take her to Caicos
All of this bread and she can't get a bagel
All of that said, I can't really stay though
I hop in the Lamb' and crank it like Fabo, I'm gone
Wake up, light the blunt I put out 'fore I fell asleep
My bitch look like she Cherokee, my crib look like I'm sellin' keys
My dick feel like some therapy, 'bout that life, I guarantee
You livin' life vicariously, this life gon' be the death of me
I make you cum, you cannot leave, I drown my heart in kerosene
A+ off in parenting, get my kids damn near everything
'Fore you get a wedding ring, better get her ass a belly ring
Soon as I start trappin', man, my phone, it wouldn't even barely ring
I don't compete, but you can't compete
Plain Jane, Patek Phillippe
I'm with my lady, we came to eat
My stomach, you'd think that it changed the beat
We on a date, make it rain some ones
They want no change, but the change gon' come
Soon as I say it, it's said and done
And my screensaver my favorite gun
I'm rockin', I'm swervin'
I'm poppin', detergent
Get money, it's urgent
God bless her surgeon
I rub my hands, Birdman
Double cup, lean head
I done been the weed man
It's a blessin' you ain't dead
I keep it rollin' like paraplegic
I'm better, believe it, you better believe it
Ho bitin' on me like every mosquito
I'm wearin' shades, think I'm starin' at people
I did the math and ain't no way we equal
This Collegrove 2 and so this is the sequel, mm, mm
This Collegrove 2 and so this is the sequel
Wake up, light the blunt I put out 'fore I fell asleep
My bitch look like she Cherokee, my crib look like I'm sellin' keys
My dick feel like some therapy, 'bout that life, I guarantee
You livin' life vicariously, this life gon' be the death of me
Blunt
Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip
Blunt to my lips, gun on my (Blunt, blunt)
Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip (Blunt, blunt)
This life gon' be the death of me
Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip
Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip (Blunt)
Blunt to my lips, gun on my (Blunt, blunt)
Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip (Blunt)
This life gon' be the death of me
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