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I'ma light it on fire, yeah yeah
Til the paper's til' the paper's turning brown
Surrounded by the party, and I'm still feeling lonely
Thinking
remember
From the hood but they told me do better
On the block man they toting berettas
Tell me I ain't my mama child I been acting wild so they call me
If you knew me then, then you don't know me now
Came thru this bitch drunk, I'm off that good whiskey brown
If you knew me then, then you don't know
disrespectful
Y'all know I don't care 'bout these niggas
Happy New Year
Tekashi got snatched by the feds, he done
I'm like, "Damn, why they doin' that to 50
the record came out she called me 2 days ago
Man my phone is off the hook with people asking me for tapes and free records
I ain't with it
Word man
Bust
Someone who stays high
High
Watching their life go by
By, by
Someone content with riding behind
Ride that
Nigga
They come in all colors
White,
Mama told me I should pray
When my momo passed I prayed
When my momo passed I praised
Know she seen better days
Know she seeing better days
I was going
now but I'm obscene
It's OT and I'm up 3
My brown skin these sun beams
Call me by your name that's some dreams
I fa -
I fantasize those love scenes
a walk
Of shingle, and a walk divided it:
But Enoch shunn'd the middle walk and stole
Up by the wall, behind the yew and thence
That which he better might
the record came out she called me 2 days ago
Man my phone is off the hook with people asking me for tapes and free records
I ain't with it
Word man
Bust
number
Then there's this Welsh Rarebit wearing some brown underpants
About the stortage of grain in Hertfordshire
Everyone of them knew that as time
journey
Is where my God has planned this
Growing up in the 80's
Those days we're hazy
Crack Cocaine flooded the hood
It made people crazy
Those we're
I was born in November, eight day 1971st y'all,
nine o'clock in the mornin', a Christian girl in Kansas City gave birth y'all,
She taught the kid
nigga
Light ya eyes like Stephen Curry
Yeah yeah yeaaaaaaaa (Ugh)
Better than this
Oh picture life better than this
Better than this
It never exist
But
We
coming I see better days
Mothafuck a hater I’m just living my life
Fuck a pussy nigga I’m just living my life
I’m a street nigga check my resume
All that
goodbye...better days ahead
goodbye
gone... gone are the days
all these questions
no straight answers
everybody's a high priced healer hey
gone... gone are the days
merece a los OG's, and drive away as i listen to my oldies.
Una vez mas, we better get along and have paz. The brown against the brown that aint the way
G
Then drove away as I listened to my oldies
Una ves mas
We better get along and have pas
The brown against the brown
That ain't the way to get down
what I create boy, I'm actually great
Homie, I used to stash cracks by the gate
The couple stacks I would make went to Mac on my waist
I could send
many
Boi I got so many
Boi I got so many
Boi I got so many ways, ways to get paid
Wake up every day
Money to be made
Poppas know my name
Boys
Paid by the Bloods, raised by the Crips
Soulo Ho the prophecies, atrocities, exhibition
Oh yeah, now a nigga livin' good
But good could be better I
that's the motto,
.life goals get the bag, bag a model,
SAD boy, newark ave, brown bag the bottle, fuck the
BROWN bag, take a fucking drag off the pot
I've been through a lot
But that's life
At the end of the day we keep it moving
It gets better on the other end
It gets better
Pa'lante let's ride
That
smashing, make it jump like everlasting
God body Ramadan, thirty day fasting
Six two brown skin fellow with the Caesar fade
360 waves, side burns with
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