Lyrics:
your ass and slam
He watched me so I wouldn't get jumped by shorty's fam
Roaches of weed all over my crib, him and moms relaxing
Next thing you know
love how you hitting me"
This lil freak hoe fixing to talk all my energy
Feeling like I'm in heaven, when I'm fucking on Alexa
They know Young Eli is
her own crib
Cause I know that shit could be stressful
I'm finna buy my sister her own whip
Cause I know that shit would be special
I always told myself
'm talking It
I gotta plan
They know I'm the man you can tell by the Way I be walking It
I develop my plan
Improving my bands
I advance
I'm just giving you
they only get mad
Cause they know I spit bands
If you know you ain't a fan
Then know you throwing hands
Don't gotta worry about
Eating out of a can
score
When my nigga shoot I know they finna score
My niggas shoot I know they finna
My niggas shoot I know they finna hit it
I just had to run it by for
Lil' bro on ya head for a band or two (come here)
I know he a handle you (gone)
Lil' nigga, I'll cancel you (uh)
You would get left like a vegetable
words, by very, very peaceful methods to bring
peace, you know instead of peace through violence,
that's what we're trying to do and if we succeed in
that,
Hills
And West Virginian land
And an old time family blue grass band
Our God fearing mum and daddy raised
Us young ‘uns on a song
By the banks where old
to make a nigga cry
There's puddles by feet I almost drowned
Everybody talkin' bout the drip but I really douse
There's a puddle near me
(Puddles by my
car too quick switches lanes she going to fuck on a young nigga name Im a street young nigh you a
lame busting a Draco with a aim
I want a girl would
you know that I got Mag in (what?)
Ask me am I only rappin', you know I got that bag in (you see it)
Band man like Lonnie (Lonnie), want my head, come
Itsuko got married in the spring
So did you see that new band that she's in?
I swear to god
I swear to god
I swear to god like nothing that
when I'm mad, sick of wrestlin' this iPad
Unsuccessfully I might add, and I know it's best to leave it live
But even I get obsessed with readin'
pullin' bands out
I been runnin' it up and I heard he ran out
Know these pussy niggas wishin' shit would fan out, it won't
How you make the gun go
know they want me gone, I'm young and turnt, I got my own motion
I'm balling on these niggas, I put the ball down, I'm still on it
on god
Judgment on my
Young black man
We aint gone struggle forever (It’s gonna be so much more different)
Young black man
I swear we gone make it together (All we got is
saw you walking down the street, and I had to stop
Turn up the radio and drop the top
I see you look so good, and you're so fine
Young tender, would
don't know, I was young
But I always been mature
You see what I'm saying
I feel like I was too mature for our relationship
Nah, I was young
Hell, you're
How do you do young willie mcbride,
Do you mind if I sit here down by your graveside,
And rest for a while 'neath the warm summer sun,
I've been
they dead
They say, life's short gotta hold my steel
Wish that band's playing at home, we in soldier field
I was cursed since my young days, speeding
guys
Talking about how young black guys are targeted
Targeted by who? America
You see one in every hundred Americans are locked up
One in every nine
guys
Talking about how young black guys are targeted
Targeted by who? America
You see one in every hundred Americans are locked up
One in every nine
guys
Talking about how young black guys are targeted
Targeted by who? America
You see one in every hundred Americans are locked up
One in every nine
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