Lyrics:
Naw I ain’t a saint
Not gonna play by your rules ain’t the saint
Outta my mind
You could call that insane
Suicide doors stunted on the fifth plane
LSD
shadow
Who is this young Vic Tanny bitch
Who wish to be queen for a day?
Who would sacrifice the great grandsons and daughters of her jealous mother
By
East nineteen ninety nine my niggas
Thinkin' bout back in the days when the year was '89
Little nigga on da grind
Gotta get mine doing my crime,
East nineteen ninety nine my niggas
Thinkin' bout back in the days when the year was '89
Little nigga on da grind
Gotta get mine doing my crime,
they red but I've been feeling blue
Step to the gang, a victim you could turn into
Day by day (yeah, day by day)
Day by day (yeah, day by day)
Day by day
Can't make sense of the mind of these pigs (I can't)
They thinking I did it, I'm thinking I'm pleading the fifth
(Search me) Can't find no blick
Lotta secrets I only told to Fifths of Dussè and my head
Suicidal thoughts running rapid
Wit' a pistol by my bed
I suffer from insecurities
I ain't
on a John Deere tractor
Bet you've been fishin' with an old cane pole
Been cow tippin' in a big green pasture
Burned up a clutch on a red dirt road
I married Isis on the fifth day of May
But I could not hold on to her very long
So I cut off my hair and I rode straight away
For the wild unknown
a dream
I remember
That I couldn't see how this could be
My reality
Ill never forget the day I ignored my first
Red Flags
I got the option to keep going but
Leandoer, Sadboys
Never
Sadboys
Ice droppin', red bottom sky
Intrigued by the moment, look like she know why
Ice droppin', red bottom sky
Ice
yard man ting
Badman ting, badman ting (boom)
See me out wid an army, we do this all day
90's to Canarsie, flossy
Hallow tip inna di cartridge fi
Christmas day
We’re by the fireplace
And the air it tastes
A lot like gingerbread
to take stock
I got one blue nose and two Red Sox
I got three lake docks par four Taylor Made
And I'm happy to be working on my fifth decade
I age like trig
by
The climate crisis, killing our planet one generation at a time
The patriarchy the people who brought you
Hundreds of thousands of untested rape
what I need to know or I'll take off your whole hand
Walk out theres blood all over me
Don't go in you wont wanna see
Red blood money
Brain matter runny
shut the fuck up (Bitch)
Steady my aim, bitch, I'm tryna focus (Nah)
I ain't hit my opus
I'm free throw throwin' (What?)
'Til the day that I make it
I'm
Kool-Aid
Feel like March Madness, we been ballin' for two days
This 40 gon' kick and push like Lupe
Steppin' on these groupies, they get dick off the duce
Just looking out my window, flicking axes from the fifth floor
I wake up just looking out the window, small city big dreams what I'm here for
bring the trouble in
What, he sold his soul, life publishing
[Chorus: 2x]
Have to walk on by and keep it moving
I remenise all my dark days
bring the trouble in
What, he sold his soul, life publishing
[Chorus: x2]
Have to walk on by and keep it moving
I remenise all my dark days
I stay by lonely I used to roll 4 deep
Now I trap with on me, I was getting to bag since young N***a
Pockets full of dead homies, I was stacking
students in seven seconds just like a vine but we don't post it
We grope pistols like hoe bitches hard enough to break my fingers
And don't get tickled by
the fuck you tripping, Batao? You know that bitch ours
Once you really start to get money, then you get big-powered
Fucked a bitch on Valentine's Day, she
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