Lyrics:
dies
Come and win that prize, bitch, look, listen
Never gonna be stopping me while I'm on the beat
People got things to say, but they can come
the trail of the pale horse prevails again
As the thin green line turns red come crashing to your feet now
Riot in the streets now screaming how it wouldn't
Sitting here thinking bout' my friendship with you
Yellow hues from the crazy things we would do
Side by side playing in the sand
Blues clues,
cum
Pretty ass smile, nice waist, perfect titties
Residing in Baltimore, the streets, hottest city
Rest in peace bro, all I know is get money
Can't see
Clear my mind, you know I want it to come straight from the heart
You know, but I did write you this
Ode to
There is no question I'm attracted
Ms.
internally human being.
I'm the lost child born in the wild 500 years.
I'm the culmination to many shed red tears.
I'm problem to the establishment and their
gotta answer to me,
boo- I promise to protect you- keep you safe in the streets,
never neglect you cause you special- you my ace in the sleeve,
baby I'm
I'm a ship, I'm a ship, I'm a ship
Out on the sea
None of my love
Floating wild come back to me
So I write you a letter, I'll write you a letter
About time I drop the hearse off
Sweet potato gnocchi
Minnesota wild rice in the sky loft
I made myself my boss
I could never be employee
I gotta keep
foes them ah pree they assemble now
Can't fold in the streets it's a jungle it's wild
Many people wan ko ba you
May the light of the world shine over you
my head that I had to break inside oh snap
Grind on my tracks like I sharpen blade
That‘s what I have as task
Get on a better level boosting my name
I don‘t wanna come in last
Let‘s go fast man fuck the past
An eye for an eye you ain't gone Trayvon me
I'm from the streets of hard knocks yeah the belly of the beast
No love no respect you gotta earn it
Foster
class from new york city to blackstreet
What you know about me, not a motherfuckin' thing
Cartier wooded frames sported by my shortie
As for me, icy
is watching MTV
Wild young niggas ride with clips with extensions (30’s)
Aint playing with no n**** i dare you put me in a mention
Always ride with
an white like a referee,
Moon walking, MJ, on my Billie Jean
Still lifting big weight bussin out the seams
I get dirty in the streets money still clean,
I
them on Malone
She woke up in the morning all i left was weed crumbs
Steady dodging fuck niggaz treat them like they speed bumps
When it comes to getting
in the booth
And both of us we got a jay
Feed the streets and that's bout it
It's nomore that's left to say
Wait til Rome come home
He know I got what
to play around the way
Those were the good timez,
Growing up as a child, carefree,
Momma said I was wild by three
Even pops showed me love he was there
I
(uh-huh
My money gettin on the grind tryna come up thug
Certified nationwide ya whatsup thugs
I'm a street thug
I keep it G thug
People dissing me
Cause
thing in my life, and I let it slip away I guess love ain't for me cause I make the same mistakes You can say I'm in my feelings, but I'm really in here
them... blend and mixes keep me hitting in a locale at ease
I'm from a large block feel like you pinch hitting .... Most of the time it was like we are
The wind like the ocean
Watch the birds they all surfing
Write by candlelight it in cursive
I so immersed in
How we all get lost at sea
Now I just
We used to walk those golden streets
But where's the glitter gone?
The times we knew, falling back into blue
From this moment on
We used
from nines to shotguns
And they'll put two in your chest and lounge til the cops come
If you ain't from the ghetto this is undercover
But in
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