Lyrics:
take me back
Got my backpack and raps and I'm facing crap
Want you by my side, just so you can hold me down
The realist girl that I'll find
In this awful
island
Peninsula maybe, it makes no sense
I know crazy
Give up all this pussy cat that's in my lap
No looking back
Spaceships don't come equipped
With
fuck nigga
Hold up, back up - Got to get the dough
No no-n no no no no time to hide
Drive-bys in broad daylight, nigga
(boom boom boom boom boom
Boom
like an Indian movie plot, ayy
Make the shorty wonder like its Stevie Back in the day
Hands up, if you livin' by the gang code Hands up, if you livin'
the madness of being grabbed by these magical dope things
Sit back as it telepathically traps you with no strings
Detachable, but you would be distracted by all
(One)
Never gonna stop tryin' to get it
(Two)
Never turn my back on my city
(Three)
Never let the money fuck with me
(Four)
I'ma never stop hollerin'
use or easy download
(Yo!) Back off back off back off bitch I'm going up
Up up up
Up up up up
Bitch I'm going up
Up up up (I appear to have burst into
self
I’m getting back to my self
Before I go ask a nigga for help Ima go get the bag by myself ugh
I’m getting back to my self
I’m getting back to my
Mhmm
Get back up
Ouhh get back up
When life knocks you down
You gotta get back up
Get back up
Ohhh get back up
In this world we only got one chance
to the city side
Uh that's the tricky side where they
Let the blicky fly up
Opps around me tryna get me t-t-t-t-tied up
Ain't no t-t turnin' down 'cause
The boy
They get clean wind what you gon do?
Rap about a fight I had with
A nigga that by me? And I bit him back
Well talk about how it was 20 niggas
There and I
fate, God say be patient for that
Man all I got is my gangster, better not go playing with that
Anything get taken from us, my folk, we takin' in back
Bet
Get up everybody and sing
Everyone can see we're together
As we walk on by
(And) and we fly just like birds of a feather
I won't tell no lie
Cross on my back
Cross on my back
I had to go
I had to get it
Still got my wife
Added mo' children
I run the plays
Grind is apparent
All by His grace
I'm
Gotta get that money what's up
Vivid memories it seems
When I was like that Mickey D's ice cream machine
Spent too many years being scolded by my peers
Uh, go hard for that paper so
I can get what I want stood in the back
I couldn't fit in the front
Now I pull in the back
My whip sit in the front
the neck up
Picking up crumbs man ya oughta get swept up
Going to the gym getting big getting flexed up
Just to get shot by a skinny nigga dressed up
In
paper niggas back to wearing Levis
Money money money my motto i D-I-E by
You see I never sleep I, gotta GET GET GET that cheese ahh
Cant see me nigga my
Stand in formation, my motherfuckin' real troopers
Let's do it like soldiers - all and together now!
Ready? Hell yeah, y'all niggas better get
came)
And I came from them trenches by my lonely
Run it up, take it all
And bring that shit to my grave
And I can't seem to get it right
Spent damn near
Every day I'm on a mission get ya paper up (paper up)
And there ain't no love like they don't hate enough (ain't no love)
Back there every time until they
and opens up this bottle,
don't we. The pair of us, sitting right at the back of this 727, or whatever it was, DC-9. There we are,
gargling back the old
head right (yeah)
I know you feelin' the shit, this shit is dead right (dead right)
Get your bounce on, back that ass up
Bitch, pass me the bottle,
released, I'ma clock some cash
Did some time locked down, but I'm back on the street
There'll be trouble when they see me
When I get free, motherfuckers
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