Lyrics:
she wanna just be free
'Cuz she don't like the rules
Yea Think I love her
'Cuz I studder
When she by me too
Told her she don't gotta bring her purse
a young real ass nigga like me, young Wiz Khalifa, man let's get it)
Good weed, pretty girls in my whips
We be really in the mix
Cardboard boxes, say
of disembodied
This bitch is acting sloppy
No, this shit don't fucking shock me anymore
Poured the hoe, and four for the low
Told her I wanted to get blown, so
Over and out
Talk to 'em
I'm lookin' at my watch, I think it's time for me to go
I been posted on this block too long somebody gon' call
fuckin' shock me anymore
Poured the ho, and four for the low
Told her I wanted to get blown
So she sucked my dick
But I was talking 'bout the
Blunt I had
but you don't see it (at all)
Great man seeking y'all approval
Doing everything you can could get confusing
Told me you had other options, hardest
callin' my name
Mama told me to change its ghetto blood in my vein
See I got love for thugs never mix sex with drugs
My enemy in blood when I come
noise)
Yeah! (Where you get that thang, man?) (By my side)
When you do somethin' to somebody, um (By my side)
It ain't just you, it's somebody next
I spit like a tomic
Me and my killer are guerrillas
Boy we trying to battle cause they want our position
But they ain't never get it
Man I told
let the streets rock and roll your soul
Swats GA by way of Cascade Heights
Gunshots roadblocks sidewalks and ice
Sold me out for 3.5 grams
our life, nigga (drop his ass)
I just had a son, I just had a cub (my baby)
What's even better is he by somebody that I love (my baby)
My real
through the signs
Somebody told me seek and you'll find
They ain't say what you might see
May make you wish you was blind
The issue is mine
Rip through
Ya own homie told me...
You ain't being yo self
Chorus
Verse 3:
You heard my style but not the voice wid it
Somebody bidded I guess it fitted,
I got
I'm feeling like
I ain't feeling right
Got me feeling like
Somebody might die tonight
I'm feeling like
I ain't feeling right
Got me feeling like
Great John on the beat by the way
Gettin' high got me stuck in my feels
Still clutchin' the steel
Still tryna separate fake from the real
to realize what I told you when
I was 16? I was dead ass
Yo, what Vegas got me favored to win by?
It don't matter
I'm gonna cover the spread fast
You had a 16
Ain't no Spaulding like I'm in the NBA(yeah)
I told my bro yeah we got one I got em if he ever need me like any day
I been smoking narcotics I'm caught up
(I told you nigga)
This is why they fuck with me (you fake nigga)
I'm no gangster, no killer, I'm just your average Joe (you fake)
But one thing you
Damn, ladies and gentlemen
I got a secret
(What's that?)
Somebody told me yo' ass stink
Don't blame me
Hah, what, huh, ah, one, two, three, four
have been imprisoned by my father, who wishes me to
marry against my will. Please, please, please come and rescue me.
I am in the tall tower of Swamp
hit the price ride
Keep thinkin' that you playin' with a rookie
I ain't no killer, but you better not push me
Keep playin', you get hit if you stupid
I
know I'm tryna save her
Man, them niggas tried to play me
Man, 'til I got this paper
You're nobody 'til somebody kills you
"Blast for me" the last
tryna save her
Man, them niggas tried to play me
Man, 'til I got this paper
You're nobody 'til somebody kills you
"Blast for me" the last words from my
up on mad pills and fucking up mad bills
She told me that one night he had got so fucked up
He fell asleep on his sofa, then woke up a new persona
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