Lyrics:
the hill is real gettin live
Still sittin by still gettin high
Now I don't hold my tongue I was wrong enough to tell her
That I can stop doin drugs long
into your eyes
I see your soul, girl
Mistreated by your ex's
Now you're cold
Mistreated by your ex's
Now you're cold
Never fall in love
It ain't good for
and reality we can live
Oh and reality TV to make us cringe
I'm ready to love, and after these last 90 days I'm all but ready to make you my fianc
And I don't
fatso
Now you call me Castro, my rap flows
militant, y'all faggots ain't killin' shit
Oops Crystal keep spillin' shit, you overdid it homes
You in
Working hard yeah we trying to live large
My ex hit me up that's a missed call
You focus on the bad you won't get far
The trouble with my past I just
love
Maybe I don't need to do a thing
Maybe everything will come to me
What if I mess up
That's my biggest fear
Avoiding risk at all cost
I'm in
Meanwhile I'm sittin at home, all alone
Tryin to keep myself from goin crazy
When I'm in the house, when I think about
When I see you out, when I hear
I use to put you on my Pedestal
Now I compare you to my pets stool
Damn homie what ya ex do
Nothing I just made the wrong move
She was playing
Ultimate Jdaye
Pushing my limits
On the glow up
Yeah
Listen
I’m protected,
Ark angels all around me
Don’t associate me
With being lousy
My mind is
ex-bitch felt was
Special 'til she seen
Me buy this necklace for my next bitch
Black Raven bottle like a baby bottle
Flew in straight from Texas
That Vegas
Wrapping my body in bandages
Drunk driving on a Wednesday, all my friends be rapping
They always be writing, wake up tomorrow, like what happened
my shit
I'm over protective
You want that good shit you know where your connect live
Told my ex don't be bitter be better
I replace her before I
(talking)
Houston, Texas, the third largest city in the U.S.A.
We really off the hook, we off the chain man
[Lil' Keke]
No doubt, off the rip, ain't
your wordplay intact
And 50 couldn't say it better
Can't find you
Show me where his mama live at
You a gangsta, I'm not one
But it doesn't mean by all
and dumped bodies in the motherfuckin' wilderness
I'm a wildebeest, and I'll concealed the piece even after I was busted by Warren Police
You think just
can't be deterred by a batty
I need substance in abundance
Not another girl on the tally
S'like I'm permanently aggy
Look you're a good person
That I
yang Yo the bad and good I don't think you cant stop it
Elbows cracking niggas and shit we in da mosh pit
All my ex's live in Texas
Ass n titties what
Ezell Ford
Oscar Grant
Jon Farrell
Alan Blueford
Victor Gaddy
Amadou Diallo
Eric Garner
Philando Castile
And all of my other brothers & sisters murdered
They bite piranhas and stung by the jellyfish
These ain't no All-Stars, bitch, these is Vetements
Party time excellent, pardon my excellence
Pardon my
shit Jackson an investment
I've been on my shit but it's been hectic
I just got robbed by my ex bitch
Set up by her next dick
Beat a homie down till he
without Him by my side
When I die, I want to see the big bright light
Want to see the heaven gates and Jesus Christ's eyes
Want to live eternally with all
When I was a kid Uncle Remus he put me to bed
With a picture of Stonewall Jackson above my head
Then Daddy came in to kiss his little man
With gin
assassinated, castles all crumble
Forever lives the legend of a poet who is humble
Words to live by, now I die by a strange code
About to kill this verse, they
nothing
Now I live at the hills
Niggas mad when I'm spittin da truth
Blame da drugs
When I hop in da booth
I put it on God
Nobody touching my crew
We ain't
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