Lyrics:
on the road been far from home
But I found me a friend or two.
Time has taught me well and I can tell you
The good things people do.
They really care
my seed of living ideas
Last two letters flipped from the BEAST Coast
Could've been swallowed alive by the 359
Luckily found my roots in myself
All I
the police
Get it good girl, use your knees
I love them brainiacs
Yeah, my last ho had a few degrees (for real)
Back on my Compton shit
Demonic how I
of white
But why you think they take
That time from you, cause you need it right?
And you can't get it back
So how they givin people life?
Like you gon live
But she get trashed on the car hood by Hoodstock
We got good stock
and size does matter bitch, that's why we slang good cock
Back the thirty eight
Upperclass
Twit of the Year. There's Nigel, he's shot Simon by mistake, Simon
is back up and there's Nigel, Nigel's shot himself: Nigel is third in this
fine
live shit from front to back (that's good, it's all fucked up now, right?)
To my niggas in the world, where the fuck you at?
Where my niggas is at?
live shit from front to back (that's good, it's all fucked up now, right?)
To my niggas in the world, where the fuck you at?
Where my niggas is at?
Away from all the troubles
(Feel the vibe)
And problems that's goin' on down there in the real world
(Enjoy the ride)
Oh, it feel good, don't it?
lot pimpin
Told 'em get the Impala so I can start dippin
Lay back, seat recline, they notice the hand
Car movin slow, driven by the invisible man
love? Do the scars really heal up?
From all the pain that done built up, but they don't feel us (Jesus)
A week done flew by, the big bro ridin' then he
love? Do the scars really heal up?
From all the pain that done built up, but they don't feel us (Jesus)
A week done flew by, the big bro ridin' then he
live shit from front to back (that's good, it's all fucked up now, right?)
To my niggas in the world, where the fuck you at?
Where my niggas is at?
Welcome
20th and Jackson
That empty building right across from Franz is
Where the last place I ever called home was
Four years, we watched a whole
I want you to ask yourself one question
If you had twenty four hours to live, what would you do?
That's some deep shit right there, a lot
mom bought a car from sellin' crack
My mom hate when I talk
'bout her sellin' crack
Check my background, I been to hell and back
He Cashed App me, I'ma
too I keep her wetter than Seattle’s weather
She’s not worried about Birkins, her bags are from the bank
You looking at her booty but its Tripp's
the heat
I don't take it to the heart
I be showing love for free
By design, this is art
High and low I keep it G
Been that way from the start
I hang
missin' a paddle
Might buy that crib in Seattle, covered in grass, light, and gravel (yeah)
It come with two boats and cattle, I'm livin' sweet, ain't you
be mourning (the beast)
When we return home, I’ll say good morning
To the Army and then we’ll be soaring
Back to where we came from
[Verse 2
was originally
Scheduled to be released last
Year, but it was pushed back
By Meek's label, Atlantic
After he was sentenced to
Six months in prison
(He
Alright, before we get it started
Before we did 'Smoke two joints', that was Jack from the Toys
And that song 'Rivers Of Babylon'
Was written by
Alright, before we get it started
Before we did 'smoke two joints', that was Jack from the Toys
And that song 'Rivers Of Babylon'
Was written by
something good 3 blunts and I'm smacked out
All city on smash, game on padlock
26 inch rims throw 'em on the matchbox
6 bad hoes man I can't choose one
3 cell
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