Lyrics:
Forgi I don't know rim and the tires
Squeaking where niggas will never get by
Flipping the script on these hoes
Shine up the grill in these glows
Oh, oh, oh
You want the show to end
Oh, oh, oh
Get the actors off stage
And let church begin
Oh, oh, oh
Do you want a revolution
Oh, oh, oh
You
'till I see a body drop
Fuck round get mollywopped
Leave my shawty off the top
I'm about a check
See my young niggas love to flex
Strapped up with that
a dreamer
Bitch we dem boyz, nigga we the Beatles
1-8-7 No appeal, get it how you live
Before I go broke accountants jump off a bridge
First round draft
through
But in life we all got our own path
Don't understand that by now you won't begin to
Cop another Rolex or Porsche try and get even with me
Pulled up
I rise as day breaks
Clouds hide the sun's rays
Quick sand and mistakes
Smash walls to get through
I fight the good fight
Even on the bad days
It's
Who angry as hell, we yell from the beast
Wise killers up in New York, who lay for peace
Crime action get you trapped by the chief, no PC
Proud
might wanna come and get you, bitch
Now everywhere you may see me surrounded by bad bitches like Rih-Rih
Got them booty shots, look like Nicki, face
wea I’m headed...it’s Confrontation Wea we at dats wea u gotta stretch meh
It ain’t Neva been Nuthan to put bag on get a bag off a nigga act ass on dez
14 bust out the bando
No it ain't shit i cant handle
She cant take dick she get cancelled
I killed it room lit up with candles
I feel it been moving
They say these cats get nine lives
How many lives have I used
And all these wounds on my back
How many knives that they used
But I will not lose
buying new cars off the lot they ain’t rented
Come check out these diamonds they real get em tested
Girls see em start going ballistic and mental
Cuz KP
the pilot
It was 50 tickets
First flight home
Brand new phone
Last one still had plenty minutes
Fresh off the plane
Had to run to tennis
Yell at TT put your
finna die
How I’m supposed to have faith in me and say it’s not a lie
How do I get centered with myself without being self centered
Had balance in my
yeah I gotta get some cash (CHING!)
Met that girl at the club she was stripping on the pole (DANCE!)
Piss me off one time i’ll light you up like a candle
Sweeping like Saturday morning mama say better get yo Azz up
Trappin all night you early had to get my cash up
Did it all off the grind ain’t have
Side step
Yeah they trying to knock me off my deem
I bet imma get this money by all means
Bicep I got muscle on me hell you mean
Don't try that you
I know you a bitch, lil boy
So don't even trip, lil boy
I'm just tryna get rich, lil boy
I'm just tryna hit a lick, lil boy
That thang by my hip, lil
denying start applying aint finna get saved by nobody
Fall away doubt and insecurities
All of that overthinking ain't good for me
How could it be
When I
We are locked in
Never subscribed to the fairy lights and
Brittle bones get folded up by your tights
Too close, not close enough
To fear what’s out
Yeah, oh, woah
Think I'ma get you off just by lookin' at the goat
Now she work 2 jobs, 1 her hand and 1 her throat
You only got 1 shot to be fuckin'
We done made some bad decisions but we still alive
Ops remaining pacifists corrupted by the lies
Team be staying mad efficient double up the grind
Baby im so player
We get money over here... Yeah
Spend like I don't care
Diamonds shining like a flare... Yeah
Grab her by her hair
I'ma fuck her
They invite me to get down
It seems the same, for quite some time now
Going out has gotten quite predictable somehow
We start off fine, but the nights,
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