Lyrics:
I stay strapped in
Deal with the jealousy, bullshit, tryin to rush the stage
While I'm kickin a rhyme that's gonna get me paid
I got niggas who got
yea but I can't?
? Them tonkas till they see me
My brother on the run bitch we on the tv
I score them bois on the pt
My bitch the bad and she freaky yea
need me?
How will we carry on...and on and on
[Chorus: x2]
Now that winter's falling
All of the color's gone
When the summer stops
With the beat
love for you
You just had to stay loyal
But you dead me for a buck or 2
Money the root of the evil
I learned the hard way what that money do
Knew I had
shit on the daily
Ayy ayy
Taking my shots like I'm 2 4
Look at my neck this is to froze
Pull up to miami
Fucked all the baddies
Smoked all the weed
Pull
see if you try
So it all keeps going by
Feel so many ways
I guess that I'll cry
I'll cry
See as I kept on looking this shit became less funny
And got me
to live your life, boy you bakin
[T-Mo]
Bitch I'm a runnin all through you, you's a PT nigga
Cause we run with TRU niggas, all about them dollar
to live your life, boy you bakin
[T-Mo]
Bitch I'm a runnin all through you, you's a PT nigga
Cause we run with TRU niggas, all about them dollar
pressed on
Get your flex on, like fuckin off that song
lookin like you gotta vest on
By the way you thinkin you gotta peel with it
But if you can't deal
kill them by the color of their skin
The years of our glory start to wane
Our leadership has really gone down the drain
Oppression is all they see
relaxin nigga bout my shit i was made by gorillas raise on highbord cliffs.. cuz im da BIRDMAN cuz ill do something badd thats the word man they be swinging
our separate ways, don't see me differently
I don't wanna put a dark color in the trilogy
There were two colors, burgundy and light blue
I say
Dropbox
Got holes in my shoes cuz I walk lots
Spend all my money on Juul pods and Pop Tarts
Going broke by the end of the month
Just smoked and I'm finna
sofa up the stairs all by himself
So I, I say to him, I say "Hey, you want me to help you with that?"
And Marty, he just rolls his eyes and goes
"No,
out did me greasy
Now my pockets too thick, all of them look cheesy
Hustlers doin' numbers in the 2-3
I think I'm great like John wearing 2-3
This lil'
lifting me up, you keep lifting me
Hope, can be a moment's spark
it's two steps on, and then I'm back to the start
When I'm breaking down, you're my way out
lifting me up, you keep lifting me
Hope, can be a moment's spark
it's two steps on, and then I'm back to the start
When I'm breaking down, you're my way out
my nigga, let me ask this question
When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?
When shit hit the fan (one two, one two)
Uh when shit hit the fan,
do all this shit in my room by the way
I don't go to a studio haha
Niggas say I'm rapping like I'm losing my mind
But don't know I've been fucked up
Kay and Ray mixtape on the way, God for Gives pt2
I lost my mind because of a kin
Dont need love, I need a kroon
She said she love me i dont know what
Now I need you to color me dope as fuck
I don’t give a Michael Jordan shoulder shrug
Bout any nigga capping like they’re close to us
Raise your glasses
training
Running cars in breeze ways, all day standing
While ya'll had, ya'll hoes on your mind
I was posted by the labor pool, rocking for rocking them
I can show you a hundred ways to make a band
I don't cheat but I do you just won't understand
Fell asleep with two bitches they came out they pants
and get him, yeah
Yeah, I think it's time to turn up
Yeah, I can tell I'm spittin', heat just by the way they burned up
These niggas lookin' out for me, so
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