Lyrics:
pure, you're the one they oughta pay
Sugar Hill suite like it's daddy-daughter day (yugh)
The line around the corner like Six Flags
The potency
There once was a kid by the name of Dave
Who stayed in the mix and never ever obeyed
He paid no attention to the shit
That was taught to him
Always
homie be scoring with ease
Ain’t talkin hoopin I’m scoring PTs
Pour up a Jordan 6 line of the rings
Add that shit up that 2 lines by a 3
But I bet
roughnecks
Give two of these to Flex, tell him it's real rap like Ghost
Had to beat niggas with toast
Clubs V.I. clientele we lay it down flat
Poot out
roughnecks
Give two of these to Flex, tell him it's real rap like Ghost
Had to beat niggas with toast
Clubs V.I. clientele we lay it down flat
Poot out
day one
Almost had it all then the day comes
When they walking through your house with the strap out
Pointing at your head, got the bread then you
team's in the mix facin' a three-to-six
Cuz they got the DA believin' this shit
So we handcuffed in back of the bus for some dust
Life in Harlem World
I woke up early morning get myself straight before I go
I bust that dutchie down the middle then I roll it up with dro
I mix that purple with that OG
She just gave me sloppy toppy shawty blow my brain away
I've been sippin' muddy travel I'ma let my day away
I done blew a hunnid racks, a hunnid
everything in the
Someone help me please universe within the light
Someone help me! Understanding
They already did 2Pac My children, all six
everything in the
Someone help me please universe within the light
Someone help me! Understanding
They already did 2Pac My children, all six
to be in the mix
Danny phantom I go ghost
No, I don't hide
Bitch I turn up on. The pitch
Kick game is nuts
Man I'm constantly scoring
Travis scott 6's I
just know I'm on
Let me bring it back to those days
Wake you from sleeping
The feds hit the pot
It's 6 in the morning
Kick the door
Hands up
My brains got Thirty six personas
One for Each Chamber
So I think I'm looking good
With the crew that I came with
A disclaimer
For all you
Gör en mill, jag gör en till
Vi lever det livet ni vill
I gatan börja mina hits
Du önska du var i vår sits, nej
Hälsa inte på mig
Du kan inte
(All star baby)
Come quick see (F-U-B-U)
Lately all I see is D-P-G
(Q-B, L-B-C niggas)
When I turn the radio on keep hearin' me (All day
to love a ghost is fucking twisted even if it feels so right
By now
You can check my mode
Custom fit with the hip hop soul
But you know
That this game is
a problem
Ain't nobody solving it
Mix with goons and gobblings
I've been fucking with a problem
I'mma a way down nigga in the state of Louisiana
Got
I don't know if I am in or out of it today
I won't find my sanity until the day I'm paid
Takin' out loans on my soul like a ghost
Nothin' tastes
Your cognitive was targeted for assaults by a stroke
Weren't close, since my entry was concurrent
With plenty of your hurting, now it's curtains, I'm
When you feel alive
Passing right when you feel alive
We passin by the city light around us window watchin
Cant see the stars from here that light
that
Let me slit that shit in the six pack
Let me mix that shit in the track for the kick back
It's not a drop, this a money clip
You gotta rock,
that
Let me slit that shit in the six pack
Let me mix that shit in the track for the kick back
It's not a drop, this a money clip
You gotta rock,
don't need to hear it from me
I take it day by day from coast to coast
Go anywhere long as there's no lockdown
Lockdown, had to change my placement change
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