Lyrics:
finna get it boy
Bout to put the pressure on em
Know they really feel it boy
Win
You know we really winning boy
Life is short this is only
It's that Young Sinatra IV shit right here
Rest in peace Mac Miller
It's been like ten years
Here we go, yeah
Visualizin' and realizin' my life
gettin leathal an I,
you know the drama boys, down fo life the Suave an I, to the dirt,
drama boys, wit Ball got drama that will work,
make 'em
telling him that he did not live this life
"You just a white boy." "You ain't never experienced that shit."
"You from Gaithersburg, Maryland. Nothing
This them golf boys, like them hot boys
For the nine, 9 and 2,000, but its the 2,000
When the one four and the one five, yo what up Wayne
(What up
Let the BandPlay
I'm 'bout to spit some fast shit
(One time for the dirty boys)
Chatham County bitch!
(yeah, yeah yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Through my ups my downs my smile and my frowns
This is my life
This is my life
This is my life
This is my life
Twenty four seven three sixty five
Everyday
gettin leathal an I,
you know the drama boys, down fo life the Suave an I, to the dirt,
drama boys, wit Ball got drama that will work,
make 'em
the five-oh
Four-oh-four, boy, they running from the five-oh
Hawaii five-oh, man we running from the five-oh
Thank god for them bars over guitar
Nice with
COME KNOCKIN',
IF U SEE Dc BOcT c ROCKIN', BOY DON'T COME KNOCKIN',
CcUSE WHEN U COME c KNOCKIN', U GON' STOP DE ROCKIN',
VERSE#4:
MY SON KNOCK ON MY
trying to b rough now im just holding it down
u no that life best see it can go up n down
i no u hate me coz i was just being a wiley
u shudn't fink im
Ugh, Ugh, Ugh
I said one step, two step
I said left foot, right foot
One step, two step, three step, four
Said left foot, right foot, keep the tempo
Got the gang switchin' four lanes
Then we go hard in the paint, aye
We drippin, the money be reelin', boy we finna do it again, uh
Wake up, bust
boy that sh*t was covered by a cloud.
I got used to the gun sounds , seen my best friends guts on the ground.
For days it was left on the pavement
Quickly realized it became nine to nine
Twenty-four-seven-three-sixty-five
A process that separated me from my life
Need to unplug but you're still online
Shout out to that boy Slim Shady for all the love, yeah!
(Sinatra)
Tell me what you know about real life
Tell me what you know about dark nights
up the four
For life forever ima floater
I shoot my shot ima score
Just know whenever I say it's a go
I was down bad
Yeah the trap was slow
But some
my friend lost his life
I'd love to spit some beechnut in that dudes eyes
And shoot him with my ol' .45
'Cause a country boy can survive
Country
my friend lost his life
I'd love to spit some beechnut in that dudes eyes
And shoot him with my ol' .45
'Cause a country boy can survive
Country
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
Yeah
Boy it's Leo in this hoe
On My Way IV
They don't know
Nah, nah, nah, yea, well Leo tell 'em
Yea, aye, let's go
Hey, boy I'm 'gon rise
No matter
When you face the D-line your bottom lip will quiver
I trust the boys on this team, yeah I'd give 'em my life
Even though half of them are duller than
the Washington Senators take over my place in his heart
Six months out of every year
[BOYS]
Strike three
Ball four
Walk a run'll tie the score
Fly ball
nothin' but the street life
They love they way I shine
This world is mine, it's all mine
Up early in the morning, got gold in my eye
Got a 4-5 that'll
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