Lyrics:
and die from high blood pressure cause tears are salty
It's a symptom if you bobbin your head
Know that he's sick, know the flow is ridic', now throw him
get it in[03:50.38]I'll do a TED talk off the mental[03:52.34]I'll write some while you cheerin', then I'll shear your instrumental[03:54.91]Impress
You lay from below, from the under
The womb to the tomb
I ascend and descend like the
Sun and the moon
Bitch I chop it up, chop it up
Chop up your crew
skrt off
I was dusty, ran me up some money, brush the dirt off
I'm sliding through Miami in the Vette with my shirt off
Pouring so much wocky, you would
Ain't no mistakin' Shady Park is where I'm flippin' from
It's so Shady my old lady gotta' keep a couple guns
You get the runs and I ain't talkin' about
you was down with the
Shit the whole time you gonna boss
When yo money stack high from those Eskimo
Pies and your nigga all eating
You gonna boss when
fashion
Off the roof with the scope (uh-huh)
Calm, I took Lamaze classes (uh)
Ask your moms, your boy's been gone (uh-huh)
When you was rockin' Sean
With the same nigga from the sandbox, yeah
And I hot top, fuck drop-top, yeah
Make the roll, movie, slime park, yeah
She left her panties and she left
at
And it ain't even about the money
It just came down to respect
Lift up your head
Staring at the ground gon leave you dead
Get some head from that hoe you
to the recreational cent'a
I got it wrapped y'all from the grammys to the back park
Short dog y'all, what you thought y'all, Oakland, Bk, New york y'all
Be the voice
me know if you get lost
Had some dirt up on my shoulder
Then I knocked it off
If this song don't turn you on
You Gotta knock it off
Be afraid when I
punch and grab, claw and tear
Get dirt under your fingernails
Bring down the heavens
When you are told to stop at the 5th floor
Maybe I teach her all
know you fly, bitch
I know I'm fly
If you know you fly, hands up in the sky
And wave them side to side and say
"I know I'm fly"
I'm from College Park
car , pulling chromes,
Metal heavy, wrist hurt, ain't no diamonds, gold chains
It's just sunshine on the dirt
Anger turned to flames, hide your
the royalty checks about a half a mil'
Whether off or on the chart, my cuts grips your heart
(You know we got you open) like your gut splits apart
I never
the city gold
remember what you've heard
don't say another word
until you shake your bottle up and spray a little on the curb
remember what you own
take
The unnatural grave diggin', spine chillin'
One thousand sections of night
Takin' sight from your pipes
You look up and I strike
This is your invite to come
Into
out the park
Paint his brains on the street turn that boy into art
You can write a whole book with the words that I speak
I discern what you sayin no
water, family over a friend
Too much of water will drown you that blood will run through your skin
That blood flow from your heart
Told me to go from
Until you face to face wiith Scarface you ain't done shit
I'm killin' off you mark ass niggas with a slug from a glock motherfuckers
I'm a born killer,
made it from both sides
Yo...
There's something about it
Been buried in dirt, I’m coming up out it
To the ones that have doubted, your judgment is
(Keep it)
Now all you do is turn the lights off
And drive by slow, I'ma turn his life off
(Ha ha) and I'm good long as he bleeding
Nah nigga never play me
in tha park in tha grass
You want to nigga that'll stick a big stick in your ass
That fire!
(Chorus [Juvenile])
I got that fire
Shit, I got that
Aye dickhead get your mind right
Dont preach to me about my perky habit bitch this my life
Lil bro tote guns from army movies he just 5’5”
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