Lyrics:
get them things put on ya son
Ice Cube has got the 4-1-1
All the ol' school house fellows are crooks
So I get jealous looks
They keep thinkin'
in my castle
Waging wars against this world
I'm planning my revenge
One by one they will pay the price
You know son at your age I lost my mom and dad
creep out the house again
Who stayed grinding
They went on holiday I stayed grinding
Wasted another day I stayed grinding
They couldn't tolerate
them ghetto and sober bitches in 'burban districts
I'm movin on passin' chumps, and very thoroughly promoted by God's Son
And this is the military turn
a GOAT like C
They ain't a GOAT like SK
Last op came out in the public eye
Broski put em in the sun
I just bagged a half a brick by eye
Now I'm just
take a shot are you gonna chase it
In a crowded room I see no faces
Only by yourself I see you facing me
Only for the night you find your space in me
he was abused
By dignity
Footprints runnin' cross the sliver sand
Steps goin' down into tattoo land
I met the sons of darkness and the sons of light
confuse it, critics be hating
Best album yet but give me the same rating
I'm waiting top of rap rushmore
Etched in stone runt top puns war
Unsure
last name Driver -
I’m forever in my lane for years
You been on the bench like Luol Deng
One day, i’mma have to shoot a rapper
Just to prove I bang
When
sleepin' on
For fuck's sake, I can't even take a break
Without someone from back in the day cryin'
About bills that they gotta pay
Dog, I was broke, yeah,
without having a strop
Momma coming in like damn son what’s wrong?
It’s this man on the internet
I don’t like these words he just said
I don’t like
day, my mama gave birth
To a baby boy trapped in hell on Earth
From day one, it wasn't fun I never had a crumb
Daddy worked two jobs and mama won't
dreaming of one day being Trina
Not a sim simma, 10 keys in the Beamer
Got a white girl driving: couldn't do it much cleaner
I'm fly in the sky like that
Suburban Houses
Opioid crisis by the ounces
And wives in blouses
Surrounded trees, kush and clouds around us
I'm glad you found this
I thought nobody
Wind in my hair, I was there
I remember it all too well
Photo album on the counter, your cheeks were turnin' red
You used to be a little kid with
I'm just getting by, we just getting by
Aye, yea, ouu
Fuck it, today was a good day
Look in your pocket, it's a blue face
I woke up feeling polite
the house burning sage
You look better with age by 27, you paid
If you good, then I'm straight
Long as we got a couple dollars in the bank, then we safe
Long
cop, I front it to her
Left my son at my father house, I need to pick him up
Can get him in the AM, but I might not feel like gettin' up
Damn near
house con mis homies
No nos ven, son los mouse, como polis
Ni me giro pa' mirar a tu shawty
Toda esa mentira me parece so funny
So sexy, she got those
there I'm upping up in prices
Started with an album and, here i go another one
My brother lost his piece i told that nigga grab another gun
But, only for
fake
You know what I'm saying
No matter what you just been through
So you want to be a rap superstar
And live large a big house
5 cars, you're in
Not ever. To all those who supported our campaign, I'm humbled by the faith you placed in us. To all those who did not support us, let me say this. Hear
boy (boy) got fifty thousand in the spout
Look atcha' boy (boy) I'm finna buy a way bigger house
I'm addicted to money (aye)
I'm addicted to money
my money in stacks
And lace my bitches with nine figures
Real niggas fingers on nickel plated nine triggas
Must see my enemies defeated
I catch 'em
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