Lyrics:
tiptoe in your area
Quick with the bong arm wasn't designed to carry ya
More like the child act cool-aid schoolyard
3 o'clock my life bruises for which
at you, look at my attitude, it says my life's too real
Check out my ice grill, baby I'm cold as ice
Like I'm from Brownsville, but my Bed's in the Stuy
at you, look at my attitude, it says my life's too real
Check out my ice grill, baby I'm cold as ice
Like I'm from Brownsville, but my Bed's in the Stuy
bud all over me
Used to keep my sleeves down, had cuts all over me
Been less than a year but I'm making progress
Dark shit in my life, shit that's
of plastic pumps for the after party
Yo, by the way, go get my album
Damn
Millze cillzan sillzome plilzay dilzzouble dilzutch
Hilzzoo?
My gizzirl
of plastic pumps for the after party
Yo, by the way, go get my album
Damn
Millze cillzan sillzome plilzay dilzzouble dilzutch
Hilzzoo?
My gizzirl
Praise the beast to a certain extent
I don’t wanna be gothic
I don’t wanna idolize him
Nor do I wanna live in a tent
[Part 3]
[Verse 1]
I can owe my life
I'm tired of the same old thing I see
Put my fear to rest, homie, I'ma live by faith
Wife and the kids gotta eat
Can't be stuck tryna live off
love me when I was
Down
Down
Down
Down
Down
Down
Down
Down
Still at the top of my life
Feeling so good I had to say it twice
My summers been rolling
tools on deck, Home Depot nigga
Well if life is a bitch, then mine a gold digger
And all my bitches nasty like a cold dinner
Everyday I go so hard
I hope i made it clear
my verse clears the atmosphere
my words keep me real
as i turn back the steering wheel
of time as i pay homage respect
I hope i made it
clear, my verse
clears the atmosphere
my words keep me real, as
i turn back the steering wheel
of time as i
pay homage respect
by the pound
I'm posted on the block til the sun go down
Nigga I really do my thing
Kind of fuckin' hustlers are y'all?
Yeah
I'm posted in
repeat 2X]
Aiyyo, who slam harder? Onyx, or Vince Carter? (ONYX!)
All my thugs gettin dollars (Uh-Oh! Uh-Oh!)
All my ladies just holla (Uh-Oh! Uh-Oh!
don't want to hear later you miss me, apologies but can I blame em
Became distant from all my mistakes
I reached out to you for help but by then - it was
(Bangladesh)
Young Money
Ya dig?
Yeah
Mack, I'm goin' in
A millionaire, I'm a Young Money millionaire
Tougher than Nigerian hair
My criteria
to get you elevated
While you just skate by in life, your life is just being wasted
And all I have to do is just sit back and picture your face
And rhymes
then you shine harder
I'm going hard like my last
Name Carter, Dwayne, Sean, and Vin
Who'll play my life if I be born again
Oh man I wish I knew, I wish
at age 11
I saw Joe Carter get the home-run in '93, we won the World Series
Fast forward, Vince Carter, 360 jam at ACC
Every day I walk by the CBC
Over
swear it just made me go harder
Left you in the past like an absent father
Different from normal like public and charter
Five albums, no Carter
I feel
to your girl and I chat and I chit
6 Pack of cans in my bag
And that's every Saturday
Pull up to yo girl
And I'm all like heyyy
Bring her to the crib no god
swimming in them
Eyes girl
Tie me to my words like ship sunk by loose lips
And cruise ships, and Lucius... Malfoy
Fuck you wanna doubt boy?
Words is
eaters
And not a whimper 'til I'm gone
Thug Life runnin' through my veins so I'm strong
(Ha ha ha)
Bye bye bye, let's get high and ride
Oh, how do we do
type
Facebook gangstas
This that new street life
Gotta be witty with the words
Or get killed by a like
I put that on my life
Dese niggas ridin all night
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