Lyrics:
the re-up gang,
2 zero comma five a key, the peace symbol front of the v,
Fuck gold digger bitches my set be freaks uh,
Momma I needs no harm ya lack
down
And you wouldn't even be thinking about the next day or what you need to do in a week
You, you were so present in those younger years because you
weren't loyal after three fucking days
Four months, too much, you couldn't do such
And after that fight, five more months of bad luck
Six ways, seven days
one off issue
Two-fifty-two on the scale, that's a nino
Eighteen sales, five hundred-four grams
Add an extra gram when you weigh it with the ...
Real
Yo What I say on that shit the other day nigga
It was like
I'm like
Gang going this way
Choppa hit yo sensei
They don't wanna see you win
Tell me
next?
It's me and you, doing the sex
So now you know I'm just a freak
Give it up baby, I can't wait two weeks
I want it all, don't say I won't
Get it
The droplets keep dropping
It's worse than it was months ago
Months ago
On the first day of COVID, corona gave to me
An uptick in my anxiety
On the second day
She was five months pregnant when they took her house by storm
She had to watch the soldiers take all the food she had in store
She felt her baby
[Fresh] Make sure you put some money aside
And in a month call the man and tell him, "Bring a extra five."
(Hook2x [children])
Ten ways
like I'm see through
So talk about dubs
Talk about dubs
I could feel it in your weak hugs
In your weak hugs
Minutes to days to weeks to months
Girl
And I gotta get this package off
Uncle gotta buy the piece
Can’t nobody do it better, Louis V sweater
Prada by the jeans
Got two thousand and we made it
Every single day of the week
And made the beat hella tight songs
And after a couple a months
The album was finished so he gave the masterd
To the label
you're gone
I'm not that strong
One night after
I needed shelter
Two months passed
Still not feeling better
Three years passed
Still not together
Four five
retaliate
Just escape, anyway let's take five
He did the math on it, another twenty years here
And he probably wouldn't be out even at forty two
Got to break
Chorus (2Pac): repeat 5X
Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?
I`m gonna buy me a gun
Then what`s next?
Food and Sex, house parties in the projects
And then with one blink it's him
At his funeral
You're sittin' there front row
I know, it happened to my mom five years ago
We talked every day
We were
back I'll do whatever it takes
Stand by your side every step of the way
You're my Day One (one one one one)
You're my Day One (one one one one)
Verse 2
can't help count these weeks
'Til the day that I can hold you near
So come on and work it out right here
One, two, let me love you
Three, four, love
She was a RAD kid
As in reactive attachment
Cause Mom and Dad did drugs
So she was taken by the government
A foster kid at the age of 5
In this bitch
Because my woman is fine as wine
And she goes by the name of Louis Line
But she didn't come here with me this time
I'm feeling real sad, but not that bad
When I count the number of spots in a deck of cards
I find 365, the number of days in a year
There are 52 cards, the number of weeks in a year
There
When I count the number of spots in a deck of cards
I find 365, the number of days in a year
There are 52 cards, the number of weeks in a year
There
When I count the number of spots in a deck of cards
I find 365, the number of days in a year
There are 52 cards, the number of weeks in a year
There
When I count the number of spots in a deck of cards
I find 365, the number of days in a year
There are 52 cards, the number of weeks in a year
There
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