Lyrics:
Boys say it's 'All in the Mind'
Certain wounds only heal over time
No shame in my game, no pain no gain
And since I ain't seen a prophet (profit) I
through, tearin' the block up
We ain't gettin' locked up, that mean we even shootin' the cops up
Whattup? Yeah nigga, two mo' times
Whattup, whattup? Now we
In this rap shit, ain't no time for the dilly-dally
pally throw a match in the Gasoline Alley
Blew up mad spots, kids were jealous for the props
See
the fifths
6 different flavors
Got me heaven sent
I Put on for da seven
eight this bitch
I say
9/10
And
Please don't talk to Me
If it ain't bout no guap
and mice behind the couch
Grandma couldn’t feed another mouth
I ain’t like the way it was going
2 trash bags to da dorm
Pen and pocket now in rare form
I
A vato been up all night/1
I ain’t even slide on the ice/2
Smell like a skunk burning up in my pipe/3
I can’t even lie she won’t let me down from
margiela shoes
Carry da whole bank
In my jimmy choos
Green X it ain't fake
Yea i grabbed it by the twos
Tell me what's yo take
On my margiela shoes
stay real when it's time to peel
Caps, no doubt, hah I check the house
Cause I ain't gon be satisfied till all ya'll stressed out
That's a fuckin
bitch like whenever I please bring froze 2 ocean wooh
Yea woah step up on a moufuckin contract I ain't signin shit dat
Don't abide by standards no matter
a couple grams
Bill Nye the science guy n da spot Getting' hippies high
Work magic wit the opioid's swear
I should be crucified
12 still on my back ain't
the Juice comin up out the dark from apart
North Memphis niggas always heart and we start
shit with these motherfuckin haters we ain't no traders
should be tryna find a place to base your shame, nigga
Success is taingeable, don't wait for fame
I thought you would receive it better if I ain't say ya
shame
Ya Ex exposed you now you trippin'
Can't you tell he deceived
Take two by two and add that up
That's number four next to three
I never fold always
If da bando vacant
Control dat
2 lines
Steel an rucksack
I own dat
She said da coochies urs
Lol cool
U hold dat
Cah da rocks dat go by da sea
Yh
single living
Bought my own shit no I ain't rent it
I feel like a super villain in the making
Two tuff tony with the flour in my basement
Nah I'm playin I
an MC when I can't get my travel on?
Can't bring no babby home, cause every morning I'm gettin sweated by Babylon
The only way out is to max out and give
the Tillers
Self-made nigga you know it's true
I don't pull up with the after party
Just going home all alone
No reception, two phones
Swae Lee, No flex zone
Your gonna prove it don’t
Lose it most
New shit ghost
You this close
Music post
Blue tick? Nope
So who clicks?
Noone
1 play, 2 plays, 3 plays that’s
[Chorus: x3]
Hey little babe you're changin
Babe are you feelin sore?
Ain't no use in dancin
Don't want to play no more
Well yo yo waddup?
stressful
Niggas can't come see what I'm selling no more I'm up a whole nother level
Two hoes tryna fuck on Three I hopped out drip plain jane bezel
Yo bitch
Ima pop a addy or the roxan
Can't trust these niggas they be cappin
They ain't really wit it jus rappin
No 9to5 we be trapping
These bitches foul they
infatuated by you, by your body and stare
You was the first person to show me that you love me and care
But I'm a product of my past and ain't no love exist
[ VERSE 1 ]
I guess y'all ain't heard the news
(About the homie gettin smoked?) Choked out in his county blues
(Say what?) By the deputy goon squad
that ass gon' get shot up bad
(that's right) that ass gon' get a shot-up pad
I hope your mama ain't home, I hope your kids ain't 'sleep
Ain't no shame in
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