Lyrics:
now you're tripping 'cause you see I ain't all by myself
And you won't let be me boy
[Chorus:]
Why you gonna call me on my phone?
Every time you
fourteen days
Now man are too weak
My flows are too unique
4AM, I'm cooking up new beats
Who's pushin' like Meekz? (No one)
Can't get stupid like Meekz
I'm in love again, I might as well say fuck it
Y'a trop d'noms que je peux pas mentionner, j'ai trop peur de me faire pogner
Cause nowadays with them
high, high, high, yeah (oi, Alexa play songs by Silky)
No time, I losin' all my mind, mind, mind, yeah
Get a little crazy, meet your buddy or your baby
as the moon
And put my phone it's on snooze
All by myself like I choose
I got no reason to feasibly
Keep you cheap sons of bitches
Swiss I make cheese if you
ain't free
I turn down the Pussy for head...
Just cuz right now I don't got time...
I got custies they ringing my phone...
I'm real good at juggling
call our number and it's no coming back
Just got a phone call pray and ask for peace upon him
Suckas caught my ahki slipping he ain't have his piece up
that went by
See as kids we never listen now i pray to get signed
So the kids could really listen to the way that i rhyme
I find a way to show these
Feeling the highs, survived the lows
Hope just passed by like a dandelion blow
Since it been bruised, I can not ignore
I got nothing to lose but
Can't even race my new whip
bussdown my bracelet, new wrist
Don't fall in love no cupid, I break ya heart Im stupid
I'm with my gang, G Unit, leave that
me thinking, am I ever gon be better
Do I gotta reason, I got shit up on my mental
They promised me they'd never change
Thought you by my side I never
We all have days when we wanna be alone
苦しい時turn off your cell phone
Turn up your stereo 悩んでもええ
Everybody Say
Just gotta get away
When your
I saw loads of my people getting buried by my feet,
What's the point in speaking if by the end of the evening? I will probably never see them
and I'll do whatever I gotta
Girl I'll start off at the bottom but I end up at the top
Where you rock is your problem
We're all alone turn off the phone
and freak 'em if they married I see ya
If they look like wifey material, then I keep 'em
Stuntin' through the city tryin' to find a lady who
Beautiful, but
on a big wheel
I got a few money back and a little change
So I'm heading to the store when the phone rings
"What up man, check it out, I know this bitch
a madman
I'm eatin more fowls than Pac-Man
I got props, loungin by the shops
I don't need cops I bust shots with my glock
Now bitches want to see me
and punk
her "eat up", no gumbo
Dead face but the booty's jumbo
Phone for a pack and it came, that's a quick exchange and we left with the dun know
Won't go
I need a firme hyna to keep me good and doing well
Tell Sancho why La Sancha girl I want ya
I ain't stopping till this young vato got ya
The way
17s
you know what I'm saying dice games going on, no crystals
Fifths in the back pocket and its going down nigga we on top
[Chorus]
Drove to my lippa,
king of action
Fuck a playa fame new york is still the same
A queens thang
Representin flush reigns supreme
It's a scheme over power ya team wit
speed and go by me
I focus my energy and throw my chi
You know my steed, Ces the method
Phone full of pics that they kept for reference
I'm moving
Said you're tired of the distance
You're tired of the fake love
Say you don't really miss him
But I don't really blame ya
Don't need nobody
in the dark with no electricity
On top of that we were struggling cause we got no money
And going through this inside it's killing me
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