Lyrics:
What if I used to be a president in a past life?
With a match and a pipe
And a top hat in the back of ride
In a chariot, chasin' Harriet through
surprise me
I don't even want it back, shit it's off to the good
Can't even say I didn't know you would
Make a little money, get it from the bro
Bring
off to the good
Can't even say I didn't know you would
Make a little money, get it from the bro
Bring that shit back to the hood
Anytime you see me,
twenty-five words
And uh, I couldn't do it, I wrote out five pages
And uh, I have it here
It's uh, have it by accident, actually, ha
But-but I, I-I'd like
be there soon
I can see you there
In the bedroom by the stairs
Oh, I've always been running but I don't know where
And oh, and oh
It took twenty
and lift trucks
I'm tryna hit the top ten of rappers that I'm making my list of
Fell down hard then I bounced right back like I Kipp'd up
Big dogs around me
here like a maniac [yeah]
What about the forecast?
Don't look good it's minus 20
Don't look good it's minus 30
Don't look good it's minus 40
Pipes will
Twenty-six
Twenty-six
Twenty-six
Roll my L's with
Some W's
Dick up in her chatter box
Like a left read DM
Can't help that
I'm wanted by
Your BM
I roll my L's
Ok I ran my money up, ran my check up
100's 50's 20's mo gwala das wus up
Platinum girl scout, purple swimming in my cup
My niggas from my hood we
Ok I ran my money up, ran my check up
100's 50's 20's mo gwala das wus up
Platinum girl scout, purple swimming in my cup
My niggas from my hood we
a movie Like Belle
Get a bomb, and get my trap on
Get a bag and go back home
Baking soda water boiling I'm tryna get my crack on
I don't do no drive-by's I
twenty-twenty has been one hell of a year
Sometimes I wanna dip
Yeah I just wanna disappear
Dyin' at an early age the only thing I fear
Cause I think about my
Yanky from the Northside this shit jumping
Harlem God Father beat this shit bumping
Keeping it one hundred
Stack fifties and twenties ain't ever left
You could die young out here
Mess around and die before twenty one out here
Mamas stressing, seen them ratchets
In the dresser, she not asking
Dogg (Where you from though)
Eastside, rollin' twenty crip (What)
(Oh) yeah (OK, it's all good 'cause) That's what I'm talkin' bout
(Yeah) Ah, you gonna
twenties and them twenty twos
We act a fool, back in the game I used tothow tha dreams
In my firebird on them choppas wit them fuckin screens
Sippin' that
your train roll by?
Nine-sixteen and two-forty-four, twenty-five minutes 'til five.
At nine-sixteen, two-forty-four, twenty-five minutes 'til five.
girl
Good kid, mAAd city, watch my day unfurl
I put my life in these sentences
Fucking right
It's either that or life sentences
I'm relatives with
is going
Down by 20 per cent every year i just
Talked to the superintendent, met
With Michael Sacks, that’s Ron's
Right hand man so
I think it's
to the sky
Oh, it's a fabulous day
If I'm back
It's walk and talk
Oh, oh, oh
It's good to be king
It's good to be king
By the way,
The carriage is
and downs twenty-one rounds
It's been a pretty damn good but rocky ride with you girl
Oh with you girl
I wanna stay right here by your side
I wanna keep
on pussy is fire[00:56.20]Lil mama nasty and that's exactly why I be coming back[00:59.17]Imma bend that thang over from the back[01:01.08]Boomerang curve
carpet munchers just want me to fall out
I take a break and then they be like
"Oh he gone now?"
Then I gotta bring it back, I'm sparking convo
But hold
gone tell
It's like thirty's
The new twenty
And I ain't forty
So I'm good
I ain't run from no mistakes
I had to learn
Misunderstood
Now I wish a bitch
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