Lyrics:
The girls always group up so
Don't ever face me Harley
Take months to write a song
I know he must be Cardi
Luis told me to hop on this beat
Finna ride it
flipped off
You a lil boy, I can tell by the big talk
Everyday's Thanksgiving, me and cuz on a lit walk
I know that she want it cause my songs on her Tik
more riding with my homies getting high
Just reminiscing about the Eastside
Hit the weight pad
Trying to stay in shape
By the time I get out I have songs
the one that fold
Walk like fee fi fo
Ride with my brother like GI Joe yeah
They wanna see what we pour, Bad bitch open her legs like doors
Liking the V I
on
When he sleep by the heater he on
He feeling deceived when he feel a alarm
So many drugs you don’t know what he on
A Dusse a 5th he don’t drink no patron
.....
Its crazy I get to finally hear this last part of this song
This is the outro
I just appreciate you for making it all the way to the end
flows
yeah yo
If you sell love then I'm buying now
Pink sand shore I'm flying out
All of my brothers they riding out
I just hope that they ain't lying
hot
How many heads has your brother got?
One two three four five six...rats!
The Dallas Cowboys were passing by.
And they decided they'd like to try.
(Maybe in this song, you shouldn't start by saying)
Nigga, I said it, I know that you mad
I've emptied the clip over friendlier jabs
You mentioned
yourself and adapt to the changes
Thing's on the t.v screen some rep Satan
Brothers in the trap life
Sisters in the steet life
Affiliated gang lives
that I can (hey)
Like, "What you doing? When you gon' go come see your brother?"
I'm sending love from LA, use this song as a letter
Funny no matter
rather have a milk shake -- he keeps forcing down the beer
Just another folkie -- late in coming down the pike
Riding his guitar -- he left Kid brother
the real it's
tight up in the struggle tryin to get this fuckin meal, why?
Niggaz act shifty so I shift a long
three tri three chrome, it's the same ol song
you" to the people in the building
For helping me build the empire that I'm still building
Diddy said a rapper only gets five years, we doubled that
by the second
Stuck in the crib, nothing to do
Imma just go make a song or two
Rapping like I ain't got nothing to prove
N****s they fold like laundry
ease the guns in
Rumble with patrolmen, tear gas laced the function
Heads by the score take flight, incite a war
Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans
ease the guns in
Rumble with patrolmen, tear gas laced the function
Heads by the score take flight, incite a war
Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans
eternal home
The chandeliers were swaying
From the balustrades above
The orchestra was playing
Songs of faded love
The watchman, he lay dreaming
and repping the street, I'm
Doing music and I'm writing beast rhymes
But my V-Slimes, had no weak minds
Got with the music, started a group and we shine
of hip-hop
So I got my brothers, and I said 'let's do something about that
It's unheard of that we prosper in a city that don't love us
Don't like the music,
manifesting Bugatti’s
One slim by the waist and then thick in the legs
All natural face and her fashions a flex
Free some of my brothers who’re stuck in
I've been born.
I am torn apart 'cause there's no one to brother John.
Left my past, gotta start fresh.
I feel I'm not grown.
Wrote this song about my
to see you
And if you, thinkin' 'bout calling your mommy, your daddy, your brother, your sister
That chopper hit you, having a seizure
I been teaching
the kitchen like Jamie tho
Only fucking wit a list hoes
Went live for 5 and played this song
On god he 5 for 5
It just took a little bit of patience tho
Thrown
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