Lyrics:
catches plays, Who the fuck fumbling
Wrap 'em up, mummy man
Run up one hundred bands
Junkies they coming in, serve them they come again
Feeling like money
too late
If you ran a little faster you could've changed my fate
Hands in cuffs while blood is dripping down my wrist
Disregarding thoughts when I'm
showin' off bands, I don't know what to do with the cash
I'ma live everyday like my last, nah, my whip it ain't fast
They been hood mad, I'm thick in
still bitching can you forward her those pictures
An shit I'm sorry for the distance
Hope you play my songs when my words gon missing
Lil bro gon
thinking that we dumb 'cause where we come from
Got a little older and now I see
Young niggaz wanted by the powers that be (powers that be)
I see people
First thing first I'm a new man
Bread come first wake up get a few bands
Dope game slow so we do scam
But you could hit AB for a few grams
Hang you
nothing by hold my tribe down
You sicken my blood, you blood hounds
What do you do when no one is around
I'm staking my money up from the ground
I take off
Check it on the one you Com is gonna come
Check it on the one you Com is gonna come
Check it on the one you Com is gonna come
And check it out ha
when I'm dropping my shit
Babe come check how I live
Babe come check how I do it
I ain't fucking with niggas they weird
Rich by myself thirty kay I blew
Well how do you do, Private William McBride
Do you mind if I sit here down by your grave side?
A rest for awhile in the warm summer sun
I've been
figgaz
Check game you lil' young punks
World wide mob figgaz
All you niggas is jealous cats
What? what?
Uh, uh, now put them hands up
Rich niggas
figgaz
Check game you lil' young punks
World wide mob figgaz
All you niggas is jealous cats
What? what?
Uh, uh, now put them hands up
Rich niggas
on a fendi T
Spent 1 bag on a moncler jacket
Jordan 1s when i run man down
6ft2 come see me in person
Albos trapping making these stacks
My bro's they move
wish that I could hug her for mothers day too
And I feel the same way that you do
But we still gotta move on so she can just smile down on us
And I
love you when you at the funeral
Fuck all that talking I don't wanna speak at all yeah
I had to get me a cheque
And I did it by my lonely did it by my
to be this way?
Do I live no good? This may be
Wrong but it feel so good
Far from home, I still feel so hood
I got the set on my belly
That shit gon' be
the fox hole
Mimicking the Corleone's. Supplied by the Vatos
And no. I ain't pray to Christ, I prayed to Chapo
And then the rain came down, in gold bottles
Yeah, you cloud my yeah, you cloud my head
But I can't stay lost forever
Yeah, you cloud my
Yeah, you cloud my head, woah
I wanna make my way into your
coming straight in, you a store runner bring a crate in
8am I just made 8 bands, hating ass nigga we can't shake hands
They left me down bad when I was
snap bad they know that I'm on the way Up
I'm the one hanging with drillers and steppers you ain't got a blick then you can't come Around
We the ones
take you through my childhood, step by step
Daddy always told me to maintain my rep though
Daddy was a dog, he ain't raise no punks
In the midst
a hit and then pass it
That's how we do it when we roll down grass shit
It's guaranteed everytime we get hoe's
I play on my guitar, puff loud through
why I turn things go my way
I'm rocking chains everyday, so you know I slave
Even when I'm just walking 'round the crib, nigga
To remind me
from the back, then I skrrr skrrr
Young boys fucking up, they don't learn
Section on my T-shirt
Big racks stuffed in my D squares (Racks!)
I pull
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