Lyrics:
of grass
Feeling free
Saw your face in the clouds
Felt your breath in the breeze
Wondering
If i'll ever see the sun rise
Laying by your side again oh
in my sock
Golden in the hood, niggas set up shop
Seventeen, hittin' these big boy blocks
Gotta catch your boy, come buy a whole block
I ain't thought
caught by the coppers
It's time for me to raise 'em up proper by myself
It's a goddamn struggle when a bitch ain't got no help
Now everybody tellin' me
Street bitch, how you think I end up in the palace? (Cash)
Big crib, big diamonds
Pulled up in that drop, bitches ain't lookin' excited (ah)
Black
the lease
And all the hustlers who got somethin' in common with me
If I got the keys, then it's a car I'ma keep
When I line her up they say I remind 'em
laced
Spinning in place
Till I fall on my face
I'm flipping a quarter
Meeting my quota
All uncut corners
If you get caught up
Trips the coroners
I kill em
smell
But I don't give a f*** cause the loud gon still sell
Big clouds nigga when i walk up in the trap
That means i want the smoke tell them niggas
just want me
Pull up in the Rari’ yeah pull up on me
Coming through with the big body counting my green
I can tell she wanna' ride with, goddamn she
romance
Told you not to play with a grown man
Baby you must've been caught in the moment
No I don't like wasting my time
Block a bitch for how long,
Frodo saw.
We keep it romantic by the fire and I call a star?
But I'm still a big boy making love up in you jar.
Ohh no look what I've done she's
You's a little nigga fit right up in a 6 by 3
Layin' up like this
Lips sewn shut eyes closed
Niggas walk past the casket damn shorty nice pose
You was
it comes to gettin' deep in this rap shit I've been to
Like the pussy, don't push me
I ain't no killer, but you know the rest
You think I caught
for your stash, long as the war last, put up in your ass
tryin to count more math, bringin the hardcore rap
[Killa Sin]
we be
scream and I shout
Screaming and shouting I'm caught in the clouds
I ain't the one in control
My body is takin a toll
I'm lifting up outta my soul
I feel
sold ya soul to be rich
Ik you had a lot to lose but in the end You gotta choose
You can't get caught inside that type of life
You not that kinda dude
If a nigga run up he
Go have to
Get sprayed
Then at that moment
I found myself staring
Right into the eyes
Of a man
Who ain't playing
Like the deadline
Overlookin' the skyline
Got money, wish it could buy time
Watch hustlas in they prime get confined to a 5x9, by a 5 star grind
I'm talking big money, boats
Big guns big sticks
Jump out and we blick shit
100 in the drum boy I'm guaranteed to hit shit
Kids game squid shit
Must see can't miss this
Drive by
Damon
I was down bad couldn't give me shit
Now I got a bust down on my wrist
Now my outfit cost your rent
Now I only talk big shit (Yeah, yeah,
time to even stop for the moments just for the poses
Baby ride with the motion
I cant even lock eyes I lose focus
Know you caught me by surprise I aint
it day by day
Played out by the ones before us, destined to walk away
We're all caught in these patterns, we're stuck in the traps we lay
Tensilizing,
whores
Runnin' to crack spots, and runnin' to the liquor stores
This is just a story about Genes in the nation
How they get caught up in a bad situation
Your turn, you get them bitches, slang this
So Icy Boy, nigga
Down with Big Wop (brrt)
Ho, I pop a Perc', I'm up 'bout six blunts
Got rich in
up where they're playing skele in the parking lot
And sell paintings of Aaliyah, BIG and Pac up in the barbershop
Buildings too big so you don't
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