Lyrics:
Picture the morning taste and devour
We rise early pace up the hour
Streets is bustling hustling their heart out
You can't have the sweet with no
Picture the morning taste and devour
We rise early pace up the hour
Streets is bustling hustling their heart out
You can't have the sweet with no
heat
Word on the street Soulo done done it again
Look at me
I used to match a dub sack with my friends
Now we smokin' by the O
Like the letters P and N
the scriptures, you a wise man
Herod's headings never hitting God's plan
Yo, no way, no chance
Ain't no butterfingers, it's in God's hands
Yeah, Joseph ain't know
ain't no way to live
An existence less than tentative, walking on bullet shells, still wearing bibs
Went from killing our leaders to killing our kids
Oh,
Hood rich but slept on the floor by a cradle
Thugging outside we ain't have us no cable
Stayed by the porch right across from my neighbors
Posted up
have so much confidence
They don't raise their hands they're raising their fist
It's a shame you don't know my name though
The gold I got fills pots by
to dream I live another life when I sleep it's so deep I'ma
Spare you the visual
Far from religious but my heir's name is biblical
Stay away from crabs
wild
Bay coil killa them sharp like k bines
Tun up e street Ina e game ya me name file
Most High great and me have me Daddy nearby
Nah switch
self you ain't scared when I run in
your chick I ain't bout no games woady its your life or yo bitch
Apologize when I pass by bootin my grill
3rd
what I have to
Do what I have to
Lying that you roll with the heat
That's dumb cause its gonna be peak peak peak
When you get caught lackin' the street
Oceanaire downtown that’s a just luxury meal
Do it for my seeds and I ain’t even got no kids
Forget my first name I do it for my last name
I’m going hard like
to throw dirt on my name I survive
Some days I don't know how I'm gna get by
But I keep on pushing and look I'm still alive
With a plan for the action
blessing you have for me
No weapon formed against me shall prosper and that's your last warning
When I got shot I woke up cuffed to a hospital bed
Wouldn't
of your parents side by side in I.C.U (everybody lose)
Closed casket so they can't have a proper wake
Don't interfere with family business, that's how we
wanna do now
Got two Glocks, that's bustin' too loud
Nickel plate with no silencers
Known to move crowds, verbal liquid
Stick wit', them herds you live
wanna do now
Got two Glocks, that's bustin' too loud
Nickel plate with no silencers
Known to move crowds, verbal liquid
Stick wit', them herds you live
street
To finally be alive
And I know nothing good comes easy
All good things take some time
I made my bed I'll lie in it
To die in it's the crime
look lame
Without them Joe podcast don't sound the same (it don't)
They got they own podcast now, I don't know the name (uh)
It ain't no Drink Champs
No glitter can fix her
No glimmer inside, dead for the rest of her life
Haunted by the dreams and woken up by the screams
Every night she says
Machine Gun Kelly is as self-effacing as he
Is talented known also
By his real name Colson
Baker, MGK effortlessly defies
Easy categorization from
Bloody Mary's, one after another
Hmmph, she have you stressed, no wearin' white, no sex
And when she get vexed, you guess what happens next
'Cause them
have been dreaming my whole life
That's why I do anything just to get it right
Kunkala naulesi no noo
That's how I achieve my goals
I live a life
of tha Bob Marley on 55 (Jacktown)
Go hit my nigga Slow on Les Street
My block, G Street no bitch street
Coke, weed, x pills couldn't miss me
On my
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