Lyrics:
Bitch I ain't lookin' for none, you might got kids for cause, or down wit' bud
Pushin' them dubs, look here cause,
Lemme tell you how it's goin' be
If
lives here, shit be winging me out
And they say don't get too deep ain't no digging you out
Well damn okay
I guess I'll save myself
I'm the only one here
life, & I'm still up in the hood shit dead wrong
We was just young niggas thirsty & dirty tryna win, by any means we ain't care for no damn law
First body
the breeze (Wooh)
You be lovin on these hoes
I can’t ever save a treesh
Got my homies in the Stu
They gon hit me with the sheesh(Sheesh)
Don’t stop
Never flop
I ain't made a payment to the courts, I know
they want they cho
They want me in that cell, the time ain't coming, can not go
I can't wait to have my
I pray this bitch jam
Cause if it don't then that's his ass and we gon' have a new strand
I don't know, I ain't think I'm playing, I'm really turnt
somewhere that we could never go
No tracks by the rov from apolo
The landers scotch tape, foil, and poles
The earth should look bigger than the moon in its
This lifestyle I’ve had enough of it
So I jump on these beats for the fun of it
If it’s working then just run with it
I ain’t gon start nothing troubling
and I park my ways, the way I have 'em all locked
You would think they gave they heart to bait
Bet on us, baby, ain't no better odds to play
It's hard
the sun
I'm raising the bar and I'm a raising a son
Simultaneously getting it done
Got no excuses just excellence
If have any questions bitch
I wanna dance
cause I’m a glitch in the matrix
This is not my home so that’s why I can’t date no sleep people
Even if your awoke at this point I don’t know if I can
With the baseheads on the late night high
Tryna creep in the house
Through the cut for what?
So I won't be seen by none of the homies
But the homie
nigga
Was raised in the gang bang 90s tho
By the time that the year 2000 hit
My mama didn't have too much control
Excuse me if I'm nothing like these new
matter none if you have to die
So it's a given through the strom you been my suns in the sky
The storms a bitch
Pimp it right and get back home to me dry
out
Got me a new hater what is this about
I ain't trippin now
I'm back at it
I flip a pack and do mathematics
I'm in the trap It do mad magic
You can't
I know a tight bond will tear
Like a good wig, I can't tell you if it's real here
I'm from south London, brother, people getting killed here
You
We know we only live once
No, you can't come in, causing disruption, no drills
We locked in
We stuck in the friend zone
What you thinking ain't what I
that
They say
[Chorus]
They say the good die young,
That's why I think that you should have fun (when your young)
'Cause time won't wait for no
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 charge
Comin up in
Am I gonna live till next week?
Will I get shot by a dope fiend,
Tryin to get high, tryin to steal my ring
I really can't say, cause I don't know
less
Ay girl, what it do do
If you got friends, cool bring a few through
No fun if the homies can't have none
R.I.P. Nate Dogg shit is too true
taking advantage of your own
the realist homies that you been knowin for the longest
but some ain't missing a good thing until it's gone
could have built
the stacks
Cats flashin' in my face is who I'm laughin' at
So you made a little dough, but what you doin' wit that?
Thought 'cha girl ain't feeling me
Why
It's kinda crazy right
A nigga in the field live his crazy life
No bitch so this blower gon stay by my side
I needed you there needed down to ride
eyes
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