Lyrics:
the parkin' lot, pimpin' crazy
S-5, Navy 'Cedes, sittin' on 80
That's four dubs, not S-4 dub
Stash box, push Hot Wheel like Matchbox
Bitches wanna push my
dub
Stash box, push out Will like Matchbox
Bitches want to push my world, they flash box
One sixty, push my wheel, mash cops
Cause one sixty took my
are migratory?
ARTHUR: Not at all, they could be carried.
GUARD #1: What -- a swallow carrying a coconut?
ARTHUR: It could grip it by the husk!
GUARD
pockets
Bitch if I stamp it I'm standing, I live by it
Baby I'm a star, engine push to start
Switching out the bezel, brand new Audemars
Bro don't look too
like Matchbox
Bitches wanna push my world, they flash box
160, push my wheel, mash cops
Cause 160 took my wheel to cash drop
Run 60, you Big Will,
Dear lord
Forgive me
Hindsight is 20/20
Yah Yah Yah
Running from my past trying not to trip, not to slip
Addicted to the game chasing paper that was
again
I zoom right by ya
We zoomin' Matchbox 20 we boomin'
Bamboozled made your head spin
Hooked on to my rhymes
Got you locked
Girls with the clean spot
push others on their heels
By feeling supreme confidence in
Himself but no matter how tough
And hardened they become, hustlers usually
Face one daunting
I'm in my twenties with this flame that's a matchbox
And It's the same if you ask Rak
Cuz where I'm at I got the frame by a glass box
These doobies
the ones to blame
It leave you speechless don't know what to say
When you on the better road, people push you right back into your old ways
But you know that
being shackled to the paper
Broke free while hitting my in the pen dance
SellYourArtNotYourSoul
Waking 'em up with my internal matchbox
Rising Under
Attorney fees,
It's $20 thousand start a business,
Get up out these streets,
I ain't a killa,
But don't, push me,
(3×)
I ain't a killa,
Ain't no
Yeah, yeah, I done got 20 bands in my casket, hope I can buy me a way out of hell
I got like 20 days before i'm passing hope I can wish all my family
Smoke session live resin 4:20
just to get by (yeah)
Stackin' money 'til it get sky high
(Kids, sing, kids, sing)
We wasn't supposed to make it past twenty-five
Joke's on you, we
that was how we get along
The time when we began to live together
Push back the time
We dreamed we might go on and on
On and on
Atapuerca Push back
just to get by (yeah)
Stackin' money 'til it get sky high
(Kids, sing, kids, sing)
We wasn't supposed to make it past twenty-five
Joke's on you, we
And live the rest of my life forsaken?
Don't push me, 'cause I just might do it
I go dumb, but I've never been stupid
I've had nothin' in my life before
a million places
Hiding everywhere, cause I just can't face it
Live is not, how it used to be
For you, for me
I've never felt more unprepared
Left by all,
distracted by money drugs and four
Fives, I count lives all on these songs
Look at the weak and cry, pray one day you'll be strong
Fighting for your rights,
I trust)
I been fucked by so many damn managers
While they push me out front of these cameras (managers, cameras)
All this music I done gave
it's on me
Fuck it let me do me
Cause I don't want to live a life of pretending to to be
I'm tired of being patient
It's time to go push through
Shits
arrogant
That money was staggering
They locked me PC with them trannies and rat
Man that shit was embarrassing
Twenty three hours in the cell by myself
Man
like to diss, so I'ma keep this shit sweet
Doin' my thing, this bitch goin' crazy
Might have to fuck and push her back to the streets
I ain't finna lie,
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