"Listen To Me" lyrics
(Al Geno on the track)
Yeah, I got that fans disbelieved like it can't be Veeze
I'm in my set, get the check, and they ain't even gettin'
I'm goin' full press on they neck, better believe it
I'm sippin' dark, rated R, put the children to sleep
It's twenty stacks for my ten, it's expensive to eat
I give advice to the bosses, they gon' listen to me
She might get chills on her body from a kiss on the cheek
Cause I'm a star like I'm on the top the Christmas tree
Like, man, my diamonds wink like they flirting with me
You know life's cheap 'cause I could buy the air that you breathe
Times change, now my jeans cost ten pairs of your jeans
I only rap 'bout what I did, 'cause I can't say what I seen
Thought somebody said, "Amen", I got this bitch on her knee
I got no respect for rats, don't care if he was thirteen
I just killed 'em with this outfit, yellow tape on the scene
I done bought so many seats, I need my son on my team
I ain't even wanna hit your bitch, dawg, she pressed it on me
I get off the front of the plane to the game floor seats
I walk out, my pocket fat, shit like YTB
This a threesome Tuss and Wock, put the children to sleep
This a 18 years older, lil' bro, cover yo' eyes
I got M's for mature, boy, yo' money still childish
This shit not safe for work, play it, might lose your job
I'm so tied with the mob, you could run but can't hide
Seven miles made him proud from my hood on the run
Pay my bond right on my own, then he wait for my ride
He done crashed, done got life, didn't even get him a license
Niggas broke, losing weight, man, that shit got them dying
And my life like a mob movie, shit like three hours
I been knew you couldn't trust a bitch, since I was in diapers
You know Ganger, like the Blueprint, I gave them the knowledge
My next album gon' be Black, after that I retire
Yesterday did 80 racks, took me an hour
Said she never felt 5 mil', baby, rub on my shoulder
Yeah, my money got no limit, Master P and his homies
I been buying shoes from Prada since the D had a Barneys
She said, "Boy, you know you wrong, fuckin' me and my cousin"
My bitch don't even care I cheat, she like, "At least wear a rubber"
I had a bad bih named Teyana like I'm Iman Shupert
Nigga wanna take the shoes I'm in, like I'm PJ Tucker
Boy, better you focus on your money, hoes leave you with nothin'
Give me a pill, you know I boot up like I'm bout to go huntin'
Buy a Celine [?], stick in my tummy
I got a double wrap these bags like a Chrome Hearts roller
She, "Yeah, I got all this money on me, call it country"
Ain't my fault, I spit my heart like tryna be the dope man
Check my wrist for the second time, brown President
Sippin' lean, makin' money fast, squeezin' on her tits
If I ain't can't be fucked with then, what you call that?
Where the fuck is Jay-Z at? We tryna free slime
Niggas drop [?] freestyle's a fuckin' reject
Where the fuck Justin Bieber at? We need our lean back
In the trap, it's all white boy, it's just a B-rack
They just cooked, how [?] stoned? Only know I sleep there
And I ever study every show, MVP, yeah
And I'm—, back to back, nigga
Gang shit, man
(Al Geno on the track)
Yeah, I got that fans disbelieved like it can't be Veeze
I'm in my set, get the check, and they ain't even gettin'
I'm goin' full press on they neck, better believe it
I'm sippin' dark, rated R, put the children to sleep
It's twenty stacks for my ten, it's expensive to eat
I give advice to the bosses, they gon' listen to me
She might get chills on her body from a kiss on the cheek
Cause I'm a star like I'm on the top the Christmas tree
Like, man, my diamonds wink like they flirting with me
You know life's cheap 'cause I could buy the air that you breathe
Times change, now my jeans cost ten pairs of your jeans
I only rap 'bout what I did, 'cause I can't say what I seen
Thought somebody said, "Amen", I got this bitch on her knee
I got no respect for rats, don't care if he was thirteen
I just killed 'em with this outfit, yellow tape on the scene
I done bought so many seats, I need my son on my team
I ain't even wanna hit your bitch, dawg, she pressed it on me
I get off the front of the plane to the game floor seats
I walk out, my pocket fat, shit like YTB
This a threesome Tuss and Wock, put the children to sleep
This a 18 years older, lil' bro, cover yo' eyes
I got M's for mature, boy, yo' money still childish
This shit not safe for work, play it, might lose your job
I'm so tied with the mob, you could run but can't hide
Seven miles made him proud from my hood on the run
Pay my bond right on my own, then he wait for my ride
He done crashed, done got life, didn't even get him a license
Niggas broke, losing weight, man, that shit got them dying
And my life like a mob movie, shit like three hours
I been knew you couldn't trust a bitch, since I was in diapers
You know Ganger, like the Blueprint, I gave them the knowledge
My next album gon' be Black, after that I retire
Yesterday did 80 racks, took me an hour
Said she never felt 5 mil', baby, rub on my shoulder
Yeah, my money got no limit, Master P and his homies
I been buying shoes from Prada since the D had a Barneys
She said, "Boy, you know you wrong, fuckin' me and my cousin"
My bitch don't even care I cheat, she like, "At least wear a rubber"
I had a bad bih named Teyana like I'm Iman Shupert
Nigga wanna take the shoes I'm in, like I'm PJ Tucker
Boy, better you focus on your money, hoes leave you with nothin'
Give me a pill, you know I boot up like I'm bout to go huntin'
Buy a Celine [?], stick in my tummy
I got a double wrap these bags like a Chrome Hearts roller
She, "Yeah, I got all this money on me, call it country"
Ain't my fault, I spit my heart like tryna be the dope man
Check my wrist for the second time, brown President
Sippin' lean, makin' money fast, squeezin' on her tits
If I ain't can't be fucked with then, what you call that?
Where the fuck is Jay-Z at? We tryna free slime
Niggas drop [?] freestyle's a fuckin' reject
Where the fuck Justin Bieber at? We need our lean back
In the trap, it's all white boy, it's just a B-rack
They just cooked, how [?] stoned? Only know I sleep there
And I ever study every show, MVP, yeah
And I'm—, back to back, nigga
Gang shit, man
(Al Geno on the track)
