Lyrics:
them calling
Micky said he heard my passion on the Hardway
Wanted me to write a track for his dear brother that passed away
His name was Richard one
me?
Nope, that's the fourth time this week
Another fast brother shot dead in the street
The very next day while I'm off to class
My moms goes
the sky)
Why do we just get by, live your life
It’s something crazy ain’t it
My life is a movie, that’s just how the crew be
We’re all getting by yeah, one
xans
Every time you see young Quavo
I'm having bands
Shout-out to my big brother Bandz in the Lamb
Going real crazy, doing donuts like the m
YRN
I'm-a wild about you, black gal
I'm just as crazy as I can be
Lord, knows I'm wild about you, black gal
You ought to be a fool about me
Well now,
can't be watered down 'cause you know we stuck
Die new 'cause you see me now, man, you know it's up
Goin' dumb, goin' crazy (Loesoe goin' crazy
Ray, where the fuck are you?
Damn, Trademark!
The difference between you and I
I would never switch on my brother
(Whoa, whoa, whoa)
I swear there
love to see you beat it
Keep God right by yo side, you gon need em for them demons
Need someone to lean on
That's why yo brothers for you
It's a crazy
they ask me
What I keep a pistol fo'? I say
Without it I feel naked as a stripper ho
Thats how it is when you was
Raised by some triple OG's
The first
balling or you barely getting by
If you a real smoker all you wanna do is get money and
I'm a doobie brother pass the doobie to me brother
Even when I'm
you met your doom
Big G could start a fight in an empty room
You fuck with me, you gotta fuck with crazy tunes
Wino, Billy Boy, P.S. and Spoon
I
thinking ‘bout you baby
And your smile oh so sweet
Time is passing by me
And still you’re not around
I look into the sea
I can feel you all around
Well,
a thing for a brother like me
Uncle Sam want to buy another missile (yep)
Strip Mix-a-Lot straight down to the gristle (mm)
I made a few mil'
Stipulations made by the GangStarr
You try to flex muscle but you know you can`t hang ha
You`re making me vexed but yeah you can go next
Just remember
duck for cover
I come with a chrome y'all can makin' hoes pay the cost
Infrared to ya head full of lead yawkin' lames
You can betcha by the dollar
the jewelry store
Rolling so loud hard to ignore
Pockets stick out like two inch more
You think I'm crazy
But I'm the only one who can save me
So I spend my
on my own
You wasting your time, just stop blowing my phone
I know you crazy but leave me alone
You cannot trap me, been riding this wave
You got
of this game like Ansu Fati
Don't need the pace to win this race
Try battle me you'll come in second place
Your doobie's going straight to waste
Four tokes
So how'd ya get me?
I'm walking through my city
Got a pocket full of bud feeling like a black hippy
Blowing sticky, sipping whiskey, getting frisky
come up here (uh)
(One two, one two, what's happening, fool?) Come right here, this is for you, come on up
I done been through a whole lot (Kendrick
to pray for ya ladies and pray for you niggas
You niggas act like some bitches it's crazy
Bitches is crazy cuz
I'm with my brothers in arms
I'm with my
Jigga man, Swizz Beats
History in the making, part three
Lights out ladies!
C'mon here baby, you drive me crazy (to all my baby thugs)
Don't
You got me going crazy
Should I be locked up the psychiatric ward well maybe
You got me going crazy
And usually this type of bullshit don't phase
Smoking ice we hit the road
Me and babu got the load
We be grinding for some more
Just like two times two is four
My brothers they ain't gon fold
That's one
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