Lyrics:
Yup
I fantasize
Bout some things I could probably never televise
Never look for guidance from those ones that you despise
I've been goodie
Tryna find
been mad real, stop being afraid
Want you to get back chill, why you run away?
More than happy to slide by in the holidays
Want you to get dressed for
Fuck with my Spanish niggas who aint clowns
Totting a knife doesn't make u loud
Would you really use it keep it a buck
See a bitch in your eyes I don't
up
If you thinking money homie stand up
If you getting money dip to this anthem
And mob to this anthem and live by this anthem
Super grinding look
the boof by the pack (woo!), I fucked your boo on her back
Gang! Gang! Them boys not flexing the same
I'm done with adjusting to fame, pull up on your set,
excess talk
I hear when you're drinking and cheating on your lonely wife
I play tape recordings of you to my friends at night
We've got our girl in
a telephone cable
Dirty fights I'm the to break your nose using a kitchen table
Flyy Gear hoodie I'm goodie tookie we made the drop
Fraudulent jibroni's tried
shit, mob shit
Look at who I mob wit
I'm predicting profit
No, I aint a prophet
Inspired by this god shit
Flexing off my inner god
This booth ain't no
World History is a play book
And civilization has a life cycle
Political vehicles
Take away birth rights
Then they try to back pedal
So keep your vibes
tell you this truth
Con link me a me hand me cou have fun play
Spread her like shit like when me just wake
Your man gonna rape make him move ok
Couple
truly made it
And my place, to your dismay, It cannot be taken and a,
The melody is like the flute you play with
Betted on my demise and was sadly
know times will get hard
I'll pick up your life just abide by the lord
Or ride by the lord
Abide by the lord
Abide by the lord
You bout to get it from
his fiddle and pan has his flute
They play a sweet, evil, tune till all good is mute
My ears are a tomb, forever engraved
Now tell me, can you be saved?
you double
Won't play your borough
Can't avoid George Floyd 'til
The case is settled baseless devils
Empty out and replace the metal
Face the treble,
kin, I can't cosign
Out my sight side to side
Hope you commit suicide
Tapping in but you can't find
In the darkness not the light (light)
Mine was yours
the snitch know to get it on
24 hour ghetto jeep is at the door
Lynch mob made me how you and your goofy click
And your throat is gone, suffocating em by
straight up, I can't knock ya
After Big Poppa, f*** all of Junior M.A.F.I.A.
The whole clique, dick sucked, a** licked
Leave your number by the phone,
Or the pump'll put a hurt on a nigga
Dump six motherfuckin' feet of dirt on a nigga
My hands stay dirty, 'cause I play dirty the mob way (what)
You don't know?
Or the pump'll put a hurt on a nigga
Dump six motherfuckin' feet of dirt on a nigga
My hands stay dirty, 'cause I play dirty the mob way (what)
You don't know?
doin' tricks
Nighttime prostitute kid, I'ma take your loot
I heard you queer now like Boy George blowin' flutes
With high heels, you stole your mom's
licked
Leave your number by the phone, bring your ass on home
I roam in Lexuses and Benzes, the fly way
With the flyest bitch getting head
the next level, Rolex with the ice bezel
Coming through the ghetto, in a Porsche Carrero
But for now I'll play the back of the cruiser
Light another sack for
And I just lost the roof
Play a bitch like a flute
Yeah, you niggas hella poop
I'm sending shots at your crew
Nigga pow-pow-pow-pow
Yeah, shoot
What if shit was different
Uh
Say you love me but you showed me by your actions that ain't shit be different
What if shit was different
Uh
I keep
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