Lyrics:
But lift it bright
Up the the sky
It's gonna help to stay alive
It's gonna make your mama smile
It's gonna make your mama shine
You know
I know you
the first time I'mma get my hands on her thoughts
She'll be gone in the morn
And now
This girl seem a hella lot like a scam
She keep pullin' on the pockets
Have some ups, followed by some downs
Followed by another year that you don't make a sound
It's taking all your patience to keep the faith in your
we're all gonna die
You in the back there, you're gonna die
Throw your hands up in the
Front ‘cause you're gonna die
Everybody outside walking by's gonna
like Batista
PTSD 'cause my son writes my features
I'm kidding, settle down, but up the bidding
I'm wig splitting, I'll chop your head quicker than
niggas get they hat brought to them, you don't communicate
Well hands and the gat talk to you, what's the convo?
Don't think fast, you end up getting
make sure you get em
If they hurt you Iu0027m hurting them too
No I wonu0027t let them put hands on you non non
I donu0027t play when it comes to you my
Yea)
I got hustle when I pull up on the block (On the block)
I got hustle
I be hustling non stop (Wooh Wooh)
I got hustle
You can see it in my face (In
actually a couple years
Nigga ain't have skills
I was drowning nigga ain't gills
You can hear it through your ears
When I start peeling up the wheels
When I
Corleone's back
You better wise up
Keep your smile up
Keep your eyes up
Ready to ride or what
When you rise up
Real nigga fire it up
Get your supplies up uh
look like you're in another world
But I can read your mind
How can you be so far away lying by my side
Things ain't always what they seem
Or cracked up
Booty Bounce
Let me get comfy
Make your choice like who you
Choose
Exotic dream got her feeling Jumpy
By Midnight She in the mood
She cant hold it up
mister whittendale your girl Chippendale
Shallah bridge all up in ya dog dial trench
When I snatched that shit was broke shoulda sent ya ass back
and withes and shit
I'd eat a watermelon and shoot your crew up with the pips
My syllabus is definitely hands on
Mareko beats nuts you cats just jack off
bastard get your faith restored
You're viewing your version of the lord God
MC little nigga, applaud, or forever burn in the fire that I spit at y'all
bastard get your faith restored
You're viewing your version of the lord God
MC little nigga, applaud, or forever burn in the fire that I spit at y'all
back and do it how they use to
Shine on your own merit straight from the muscle
Not measured by your carats or how many rocks you hustle
You probably
(Wow) Ryan told me let the beat breath
Wow
Spit that prayer hand emoji RIP Mac and Kobe
Becoming the highest version of myself I believe that's
Kane
A second hand copy of Psycho
I've taped them off the telly so you shouldn't complain
And there's no guarantee you'll get your money back again
of the child
Trafficking verdict was guilty
Seems like these higher ups
Got their hands filthy
Caught in the cookie jar
They be sinnin
Not gonna get so far
the Boulevard
I'm a hip-hop gangster and my name is Todd
Just stimulated by the beat, bust out the rhyme
Get fresh batteries if it won't rewind
Cause I play
rock the beat with your hand
That's right, so don't try to front the move
As you become motivated by the funky groove
You can see me and Earl chillin'
Roll up, roll up
We're bringin' in the new wave, so get up
We rip 'n' wreck 'n' decimate 'n' leave you undone
Get ready to jump, jump
Get ready
Mommy's little helper pumpkin
Puppy dog, I'd fuck up suck trouble
Tractor mix your little pigtails Mr worst
Version of burden born dead
I'm over your
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