Like Biggie Did

by Boldy James & Rome Streetz

From the album: Manhunt

Duration: 03:48

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Lyrics for Like Biggie Did

Ice, if we make sure that every da- Make that money, nigga If we make sure that every da- Every dime, every dollar, look, check Ayo, check Infatuated with the thought of success Had to go get it, had no genie to grant all my requests Put your best foot forth, I never settle for less Go buy acres before you go put that medal on your chest I'm at your fuckin' neck, the guard never get a devil arrest Five pairs for you, I respect, the rest just easy wreck Palm stained from filthy funds before I seen the check Was tryna hit my mark when jukin' on the dark internet Reversed all my fucked up odds, took more to intellect The hustle was the other part of them, far from finished yet 50 thousand to a hundred, need a milli' next Then I can really step, no regret, duck the cousin of death Sleep is not an option, thousand mile marathon Run for number one, one got a drum for your top ten Real shit, throw away the key if we locked in I'm ridin' 'til the end, could be an L-O-E clock winds I rock rings to sinner and Christians Was Raman noodles, now it's thousand-dollar dinners Shit different, dig it live but not livin' I look up in the sky, wonder how Stevie's eyes saw the ribbon The wise blind man with a vision saw me winnin' I'm a Lord that saw religion, it's the Bible on rhythm Was sellin' yams, three hundred for five on my kibbin' Off the deep end, I took a dive before I tried swimmin' Left it all to faith like Biggie did Now we so far ahead in this race, ain't no one in this shit I bet it all on my face, and then I hit a lick The recipe, real rice, it's all in the wrist I left it all to faith like Biggie did Now we so far ahead in this race, ain't no one in this shit I bet it all on my face, and then I hit a lick The recipe, real rice, it's all in the wrist Richer than I ever been Kill 'em, they gon' notify us next of kin Touchin' up that boy like a sex offender Debt collector, left pocket full of dead predecessors I'm gettin' money on the daily, what's on your agenda? No extender, catchin' all the J's off of Copenhagen And heavy rotation, retro Michael J's Clock in place, it's box Chevrolets, choppin' on the spindles Chill, gotta grow out boomin', I'm tryna find a vendor Nah, I don't know no Keisha, honestly don't remember Me shortin' out the microwave after I broke the blender Chopper came with the shoulder strap like some overalls I blanketed the hood in dust like a soda bar Buckled up like suspenders, it's just protocol To keep at least 30 Pokémon in your Poké Ball My life, I had to hustle, kept it immaculate Sayin' goodbye to my struggles, hello to happiness And farewell to this hell on Earth we been trappin' in Hood look like they dropped a bomb on it, lil' Pakistan Turned the brick into six quarters, all I envision is Ms. Porter Tellin' me life is short, but my wick shorter Was once a small fry, now we fillin' big orders Never ever been a Ford guy, or was a bench warmer Only way I'ma make it out is with this Sig Sawyer Keep a strong relationship with God and a good lawyer What else? Left it all to faith like Biggie did (uh-huh) Now we so far ahead in this race, ain't no one in this shit (no lie) I bet it all on my face, and then I hit a lick (I did) The recipe real right, it's all in the wrist (whip) I left it all to faith like Biggie did (uh-huh) Now we so far ahead in this race, ain't no one in this shit Bet it all on my face, and then I hit a lick (I did) The recipe real right, it's all in the wrist It's sure that every day You'll help somebody find his eyes If we make sure that every da- If we make sure that every da- If we make sure that every da-

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