Lyrics:
the night's young
Sunglass one rack just grey
Sun's back bun that just rain
Unsnapped rucksack took shade
Turned mute by the things that I could say
That I
was never
Even posed to make it
Won't look back
Cause my dream
In front and I'm gon chase it
I remember nights I'm sitting out there by the stove
I
that ass down low (Drop that ass down low)
Got bands in the bank (Got bands in the bank), and my cheese on swole (And my cheese on swole)
No need for
on a shirt like a hanger
I lost my love when all my love ones acted like strangers
Fell back off in them 'jects where I'm surrounded by bangers
If granny knew
would bring me chills
My mind blown that my bro ain't make it home and he got his mind blown
And the fact he's never coming back is Just hittin home
poppin' rubber bands!
Spend this money by the grand!
We Poppin' rubber bands, spend
This money by grand
What you make up in a week
Nigga I got it in my
remember days
Back when
Hittin stains back then
Broke n****
But I stayed ona grind
Ain't no h** In my blood
Imma score If I should
Catch Sanee
Imma slide by
Young street nigga supposed to
Be in the slammer
But I made these jammers and it saved my life
And I prayed for it
By the look of my swag I'm made for it
landed in that New York City Cover Band, without out a plan
Where everyone is measured by they rubber bands
I'm bummy as can be, oh me oh my, they tell me
i can't wait to get my feet off the ground
Told my teacher I wanted to rap she said I wouldn't make it
That was back in 8th grade and I ain't let it
the four but I'm known in the trey
Killer from the 'Ville in a Chevrolet
Bumping 'Pocket Full of Stones' by UGK
That was my life circa nine trey
You should
the times
When you caught me in lies
You knew other women wouldn't mind
So you stuck by my side
So everything
Everything you want and need
I'll
away
Well by the end of the day, all the kids would go play
And I'd come staggering back home
With a dream in my hand and a master plan
That
away"
Well by the end of the day, all the kids would go play
And I'd come staggering back home
With those dream in my hand and a master plan
That
On a mission, wishin' upon a star
Young Bow Weezy with the caviar
In the back of a limo, make them others seem surreal
Breakin' niggaz down like
wearin' it now
I want my kush delivered by the pound
I want my guap in offshore accounts
I want a trail of bodies at my throne
I want blood splattered all
Young Money, they go
Sittin' on the toilet, smokin' on some medicated
Countin' loose thousands, I'm living good, they aggravated
Two things on my
sports or anything really i
Felt neglected by my family
Growing up as well i've had
Many ideas that always felt
Superior compared to others, I
Knew that my
And if life a bitch suck my dick huh?
And I bet she fucked the whole clique, huh
By the way nigga, you should fuckin' quit, nigga
Just forget it, you
me a freak off a leash not a queen
A superficial splurge with the words on a spree
I'm snapping
Young white business man rapping
Money on the mind
me a freak off a leash not a queen
c superficial splurge with the words on a spree
I'm snapping
Young white business man rapping
Money on the mind
you were different
Had me locked in every time we were kissing
Saw me run it back now I'm losing my ambition
Falling in the trap time to mind my
The way that we get to the bag bag
Young niggas living up
Tell that bitch to back back
All the bread we breaking
The memories we making
All these niggas
boy, slide time is over
I got roughed up by the roughers, fucked up motherfuckers
Escaped hopping them gates and scuffed up all my chuckers
And I'm
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