Lyrics:
a minute
And once the show arrives you need to back up give me distance
All of that and all of that
If i said it that's a fact
Always by myself because
right
Got him in the Hell hole
Livin at the speed of light
Prayin that the time fly by so
He can see the light
See his kids meet a wife
All over a key
I know you know what you do to me
I'm a fiend for your soul, so good to me
I forever want you next to me (yeah, yeah, uh-huh)
I'm addicted to your
My foes die five times
The good kid from the mad city
Holding a cereal box instead of a Glock
In a 1992 Cadillac that I got from my pops
Transmission
no…
will I ever let you go…
I want you by my side…
(I want you by my side…)
until the day I die…
(until the day I die…)
forever baybeeh till
jon) 2x]
Forever I love Atlanta
Forever I love Atlanta (what!)
Forever I love Atlanta
Forever I love Atlanta (what!)
Forever I love Atlanta Forever I
I pray we all live forever
I pray I'm a servant to all prophets
May I be rich forever
Money on my head, pussy boy, that ain't enough
Bullet to your
I pray we all live forever
I pray I'm a servant to all prophets
May I be rich forever
Money on my head, pussy boy, that ain't enough
Bullet to your
appalled by my spill in Her tub
Like rub a dub dub
The vamps in the club
Grotesque with the pen
The sickest and then rub the lotion on skin
On her skin
Alright Mr. Thanksgiving
It's for the money this time (Drama)
Howdy do motherfuckers, it's Weezy Baby
Niggas bitchin' and I gotta tote
Holding it down
For me and for you
You already know what I'm tryna do
Securing the bag for our future moves
Starting a fam' with kids probably two
and when I die won't you bury me alone?
'Cause I'll never get to heaven if I'm singing this song.
If there was something wrong would you be oh so strong?
I used to be on food stamps
Still remember them dark nights when I couldn't cut on my damn lamp
We ain't have no wifi, go and do a drive-by
Pull
pop that coochie for a goon, ho
Bullet in you boys memory, now you act like you don't know
Eastside who I do it for, Eagle Street, right by the store
do it by myself, buy this Gucci by myself
Make them blue wit all my wealth, ima do it by myself
If I die before my time tell my daughter and her momma
would see it through but they were not around
To witness what I've written but I finally got it down
Not the richest in the game nor the sickest with
head
For disrespecting the kid soon
As the sun rise the gun rise wake
Up with the biscuit in your
Mouth that's called breakfast in bed you
Can't mess
Work so fucking much my greatest fear is I'mma die alone
Every diamond in my chain, yeah, that's a milestone
People calling me, asking me for money,
po'-po', I let the flow blow
Keep em' runnin' like Flo Jo, I flow so
Sickest murder, clip inserter, drop, pop an' rip your word up
We lust for more, can't
sucking on the cigarette butt
But the smoke - it isn't
Bitter and intrusive enough
Take a snooze, 'cause half-asleep
Is lucid enough so let's go out to do
I do what I want
You do what you can
Pull up to my lawn
You better have a plan
Live forever young
Die get born again
Live forever young
Die get born
the sounds of them babies cry, still I'm sayin why do we reside
In the ghetto with a million ways to die
Stayin high to relieve the pain, breathin in the game
Hear the sounds of them baby's cry
Still I'm sayin' why do we reside
In the ghetto with a million ways to die
Stayin' high to relieve the pain
Breathin'
Ima be stomping
Gonna keep stomping
Neighborhood stomping
We forever stomping
Micken get stomping
Imma a bonafide enigma
With some narly ass
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