Lyrics:
Adidas
We fire, y'all retire
All ugly people, please be quiet
Hov ain't get a beat from me in a minute
He heard "Just to Get By" and I was re-hired
I got
he was still in the music business. So it kept me closer to my dreams because I got to tag along with him when he was on tour and the band that he
medicine
Pass through my lungs
I got that downtown psyche
Cortez with a Nike logo
Locos like me treated pipes like wifeys
Buying up and down the blocks
street fam, twitter team
Like you could fuck with me
Oh did it seem, Dr King and Def Jam ain't the only ones with a dream
I'm a grown ass man, this
street fam, twitter team
Like you could fuck with me
Oh did it seem, Dr King and Def Jam ain't the only ones with a dream
I'm a grown ass man, this
and I roll my weed up
Always got a scheme to stack benjamins up
I got a dollar and a pipe dream
Blowing out chronic smoke
Like a fucking fiend
Heavy
looking as I roll on by
Got 5 blue bags and 2 wide eyes
And a dolly of dreams cuz our shopping list is growing
We're grabbing everything from a Norden
now
Say I got the weakest puns then wanna bite my style
Calling everybody out, guess you can say I'm wild
If you building up a house, I'm finna year it
weak
Cause you, hate, on my pipe dream
Go ahead come fight me, I know
Ima problem
Cause I'm so different
Everybody mad and now they talking
Cause I'm so
popped, by the group home cat
Everybody nervous in the hood, pullin they gats
Fiend yellin out, who got those? go and see
Shorty snot-nosed, he don't floss
Strippa'
I ain't a fuckin' hipsta'
But I got fans all the way from here to Egypt
I got some skateboard buddies
Bitches actin' bad i got some
Taper ff gettin'
hear me?
Protect my family from player haters, don't let 'em near me,
No need to fear me, I'm only human,
Pursuin' dreams for greenbacks with more
to your heart
I lay my Mack game down nigga straight from the start
Don't take it personal baby, fuck you,pay me
Ain't nothin' but ladys in my dark blue
pourin'
My dawg, not even home a month yet, and blaze a girl
In the stomach, he robbin' niggaz who pumpin'
Lil' blood got popped, by the group home cat
early morning won’t let a second pass me by
Gotta get up, go and get it
Yeah a **** staying hungry (Yeah)
Leave the dreams in the sheets get up and never
The Kidd is coming in so you this is gonna get hot
Damn if you lookin for greatness my nigga im the one to hire
I aint got me shooters but I can pop you like
the heart yea we going far yea
Man this shit is from the heart Yea we going far
To keep it one-hundred I fuck hate when I'm home
But invite me to parties
to drift from the hood
For a second at least, I'm resurrecting the peace
Pipes that Indians used to light, we called it Chief, right?
Stepping
not going anywhere, anywhere
I'm in this for life
Drag me by the neck
You want your holy grail
Try not to overthink it
I try but always fail
But I
passed
I hope she rests in peace she got called back home
See don't feel bad for me that's just how life goes
Spend time with your loved ones you don't
and backs? 40 sacks ??? pipe to his bong
I even saw a po po puff a bowl from a gun
Coffee Shop stop we found another strand ya'll
Searchin' for the dank
me, she livin' a dream, but that wasn't quite what it was
Knew when she got that ring that her family would level up
Like, "why we just settle down?
better dreams
Selling coke from Medellín
Tagging names on the wall and I hope each letter sings
I write with lead pipes and [?]
Words are my weapons and I
a little sad but she laughing a bit
Telling me she glad that she
Found me and shit
Then her hotline bling and she back in a sec
Look to the left: gun by
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