Lyrics:
Rollin' in a golden Tacoma, the shit's stolen
If that bitch tell on me, I'ma do a fuckin' drive-by in her colon
With my meat, gotta keep it obsolete
the way
Stop thinking
You’ve got
Better bars to spray
You know I’m fixed
I don’t do that shit
Its stinking up the joint
You’re not two legit
You should
Don't want to stand by
Envy your damn life
Should be me it's fine
Entourage and camouflage to come up
The worst behavior but motherfuckers don't love us
will lead me to life
It's time for a change start living it right
I'm ready to make a decision for Christ/
I want to give Him my life
Thank – You – Lord
like I'm Johnson
They jaw stuck in awesome
I'm Sherlock, you're Watson
I spit flame no arson
Drink milk by the carton
It's james bitch, no harden
I chew
(Izze The Producer)
Yeah, they hatin', I don't give a fuck
Yeah, they talkin' shit (It's Dolph)
I don't give a fuck
Spend a hundred on a coupe,
to take my energy
Mentally I gaged it from a mile away, ain't entering
My physique
Playin' shit that they rewind back
Where you find that
Crossing Willy G
Storm is risin' baby, rain begin to fall.
I'm all alone by myself, no one to love me at all.
My blues starts ‘long about midnight, and it don't leave
funky with the heartbeat props, y'all
(Heartbeat props!)
It's time to get busy with the heartbeat props
(We're giving heartbeat props)
I give my man
pussy away (she did what?)
Tried to call it an entanglement so it don't sound like nothin'
No, it's called cheatin', Jada, you and August was fuckin'
can get things done
She said I've never seen his face
But there some things a woman knows
I don't get carried away
By lonesome shadows or fading echoes
Girl, don't play with me, I'm tryna get yo' damn number
I don't like that easy shit, don't give me no comfort
You makin' hard, i always loved a good
Rollin' in a golden Tacoma, the shit's stolen
If that bitch tell on me, I'ma do a fuckin' drive-by in her colon
With my meat, gotta keep it obsolete
SYL wasn't anything why'd you get it deleted
Why do they label us as terrorists
When they want to end our religion
They've been trying since the start
to long
Give me the world and watch what I do it
Eliminate all the stupid shit
Don't let me start with the president
Throwing away all the evidence
Give
pastor but I don't go
Cause they all be on this one street
So I take it on myself to thank him one deep
And give my money to the most needy
And never
could never understand a black man
Don't take it no more
If you see Robert Johnson, you too Robert Marley, Robert Mugabe
Now tell him I hear
If you
than the one we're in
We'd all be fools to think
That it could be made
By the wills and the hands of foolish men
So Lord to You we give our
counterfeit
But he ain't give a fuck
He flexing
Proud of it
In a stolen Prada fit
Poppin shots
Like popavich
Popped the blick
Now he done
Mrs Johnson's
Son
in-between
Having these opinions and beliefs, does it give you a sense of empowerment Empowerment
I do feel kind of superior to people who don't want know
It is on in the Eastern Conference
The Knicks got their contracts on clearance
The appearance is the Celtics going to run away
And leave the Raptors
I gotta get it by myself, I get this money by myself
I swear I do it like it's two of me
I'm Lil Durk two times yeah, I'm Lil Durk two times
I'm
Ayy
These niggas keep on bitin' me like tell'em give it up
I'm like what up, then it's fa fa, I'm feelin' like nuk
Ain't no playin' by the rules,
Fear to Tread, among the dead
You dosed yourself, into this bed
Syl
Here I am, the one who’s broken
Contemplating last words spoken
Days went by, I
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