Lyrics:
the lyrics when I'm singing them out
Wow, from day one, I've been prepared
With V05 wax for my ginger hair
So now I'm back to the sofa giving a dose of what
Swerve
Weed and crack I used to serve, not like rappers 'cause they nerds
My bitch snappin', need a purse, give her racks, she on my nerves
Get it back
Watch me as I dance under the spotlight
Listen to the people screaming out more, and more
'Cause I create the feeling that keep 'em coming back
the fight's out
I'm 'bout to punch your lights out
Get the fuck back, guard your grill
There's somethin' wrong, we can't stay still
I've been drankin'
the world, lighting up the dark at night
I'm nothing without the Son's amazing grace
On everything I do
If You're shining on me, I'm shining right back for
I pop some Percocets, then I pop some Xanax
Sitting back strapped, cocked, plotting on your man next
Jacked a nigga for his work, then stretch it
that's my bud
Smoke 'til you drop out, that's my luck
Keep a couple rolled and I hit the club in the back door (nigga, what?)
Act like I don't make
that shit
Wanted Jordans back when my mama couldn't afford them shits
Watching her struggle made me not wanna be a civilian
Acquired the finer things
I'm so I'm so I'm so I'm so proud of you
I'm so I'm so I'm so I'm so I'm so proud of you
Everything's adding up, you've been through hell and back
lowkey
Sunshine on me (ayy)
I ain't givin' none these hatin' bitches no peace (uh-uh)
Fuck a two-cent, you could get the two-piece
If I step back, hit
your shit don't stank (uh-huh, uh-huh)
News flash, buddy, we the shit, move right
From irrelevant back to relevant in a matter of seconds
Shattered
fuckin' raw
I upped the score, I want for more, shit, I'm like, "It's up to y'all"
And you ain't gotta talk behind my back, you know my number, call me,
a sane man berserk
Not to worry, Mr. H-to-the-Izzo's back to wizzerk
How do you console my mom or give her light support
Tellin' her her son's on life
picked myself back up
Hold my head up high
I was not built to break
I didn't know my own strength, ohh
Found hope in my heart
I found the light
Independent now, won't double back
I'm reppin' BMG, yeah, I'm the Big Money Getter
Fuck the pop shit, remember Logic as a spitter
Just a kid having fun when
lookin' back
It was the summer I turned eighteen
We lived in a one room, rundown shack
On the outskirts of New Orleans
We didn't have money for food
me that killed you
Remembering the time they jumped you
And I was too scared to help you
Looking back, I can't erase it, I guess it's time to face
the rays of the sun on my face
Took a step back, damn, I think I finally found my happy place
They say it's not a sprint, I say, "It's not a race"
Comin'
that make the hood
Ridin' slow in that Phantom just the way I should
With the top back
In my Sox hat
I'm paid in full, the nigga Alpo couldn't stop
back in time
When music made us all unite
And it wasn't low blows and video hoes
Am I the only the one getting tired?
Why is everybody so obsessed?
years off 'cause my shit is timeless (yeah)
My core got my back so I'm standing on my promise (right)
Theses niggas only backed by they labels, they all
to never loan somebody
What you need right back
And I need that shit right back
(No more free Randy) I’m blessed than a muhfucka
Niggas been stressed
people off 'cause they was using me
My heart is big I want to give too much and usually
I send the bread and don't hear back for like two months now
You
on an aeroplane
Destined for a foreign land
My hopes that you come back again
And tell me everything's
Okay
Babe, yeah
Topanga is hot today
Manson's in
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