Lyrics:
Yo
So this one goes out to my younger days
10 years old behold ur first fade
But worry not cuz that person is your brother
Time will prove
putting my ex in a song even though the last one went triple platinum
I'd rather put that energy into what's worth having
Like how I got a platinum album
on the first time
Except that first night and the third night, well, they're worse lies
So imagine my surprise when I swing by
And find out in the two weeks in
I done poured it up
Fooley pulling up with the Woolley tuck
Yeah Fuck nigga play we gone shoot em up
Fooley got a bag yeah
Sliding like a cab yeah
solid ten toes to the ground you know
It ain't ever nothing nigga
Holla at my nigga one time like get to know my nigga one time feel me
Fresno Loop nigga
I just bagged a half a brick by eye
Now I'm just twiddling my thumbs
Jakes try question me about a headshot bro
I was sitting in the sun
I was
C) Ok! I'm a cheerleader now!
(D&C) u.g.l.y.
You ain't got no alibi you ugly
Eh! Hey! You ugly x4
(C) I saw you walking down the street just
scare you, I can tell 'cause your shivering
Lyrics label wit an X and not a G
I say fuck the police, yo, so now they after me
I'm wanted by the law so
a game you wouldn't wanna call next in
Revo shit my niggas roaming like the X men
Coming out toxic like your ex is your best friend
I'm so smoove like I
I remember the day we met like it was yesterday
My partners took me out west to a club I wasn't trying to be in
But still I paid my ten and stepped
make this scrilla
Hooked up with Chris Hicks and Dru Down my nigga
Dropped this album I'm still slangin' pounds and zippers
Then dropped the first
Young
[Chorus: x4]
In the club lit
Listen to all my niggas hit
Bitches love me for this disrespectful shit
Fuck em, the only thing I'm with
tape, and then I turned it into this whole compilation album for BobbyBoy
With hella dope features, all produced by me
But um, it’s nothing new man, if
ten songs when I drop them. Hope everybody likes them and bops them. Hope they tell me how good I got them.
Like similar faces, a year goes by in
Chain ding a ling
Move out the way
Fresh Citizen
Nigga I'm Tony Lee
Fresh out the Bay
Tryna get paid
High as a plane
I'm the trapping Malcom X
I could
to the Graduation albums Kanye made by himself
Man I'm the next one
Ain't no competition with me I'm the best son
You could think that you're superior that's your
ain't dropped nothing a while
These rappers are dead, you're better than all of them by a mile
They all sound the same, there ain't not one of them with
What's good dispatcher? What's the task?
What time I gotta pick them up? I'm quicker than the Flash
At 10:45 p.m., pick up a party of Trey
They on high
Dippin' the four though, double X 3-D Polo
If hip-hop was the league, I'd be the motherfuckin' logo
Your last shit was so-so, you should sign
rugged, nigga, I'm mad fly
Used to be a dope boy, ridin' in back of the cab ride
Right around the time when Duke beat the Fab Five
All through high
Nie byłem gotów żeby wydać album byłem szaleńcze gotowy
Przygotowany za dwóch by stać się najlepszym jak do tej pory
Wciąż jestem głodny sukcesu
up my drunk a lot high
You get the drunk talk, dick feelin right, right, right
All I need is X.O. to set me in
Bitch I don't need yo pussy fought by
I'll fuck the bitch in my coupe
15 minutes til I get to her house, we might jus fuck in her room
10 if I zoom, I gotta move, I'm tryna fuck by her pool
Yeah, Rollie on my wrist got me stunting like my daddy
Shit, we gone fuck we gone cab it
V on my back got bad habits I can't fuck because you acting
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