Lyrics:
I gotta play my rearview while I pull in the parking spot
'Cause where I'm from all the young niggas die in the parking lot
Get ten seconds
This the life that we live
We gotta grow up in pain
That's why we smoke a little medical
Get a bit off schedule
Then ten years fly by
Then it smack you
might do the race
In a hot car
By any means I gotta get away
Can't tell no body what I did
I gotta take it to the grave
She want my kids not with
hit the snakes, aye
4-5 pass shoot the Wraith, aye
Break in the spot with my dough when I get the check gotta cut it
I been wildin' in the mall
you inside out
Bon Appétit to a crock pop
You get saved by a blessing
Missed a shot from smith and wesson's
Why you pulling trigger pressing
Trigger
free throws
The higher I get I still take time to look below
Gold mines in the ground and I see the glow
Whatever weather, summer winter yeah I got it
Wake up in a daze
Too much happening, I got to get away
Gotta hit a place, that I really feel safe
Right on to 1st, I'm on my way
Bumpy ride, cause
I don't usually do this
I ain't really with the stuntin', homie (yeah)
But I gotta do it 'cause tonight, she 'bout to bust it on me
She gon' get
huh?
Stunting in the club got ya betting huh?
Can ya get it or make it yours
Guess you'll never know
Ten seconds before I bounce baby
Then I gotta
the summer nights
Oh well, oh well, oh well-a, huh
Tell me more, tell me more
Did ya get very far
Tell me more, tell me more
Like does he have a car
Uh
gas
(We could have the Summer of Love)
You murdered them kids, Jenny, that blood’s on you
You know CHOP was a setup by your boys in the blue
Terror
up
Boy these hits boutta give me
Grammys
OG with the slugger like
Mhmmyeah see
Gotta keep it under
5 grams see
Need a bad little gemini
Pulling out
Steppin out the phantom
Ladies say I'm handsome
Ball hard like im D Rose
Man I shoot my shot like Herro
My swag is on a szillion
Gone get my first
the summer nights
Oh well, oh well, oh well-a, huh
Tell me more, tell me more
Did you get very far
Tell me more, tell me more
Like does he have a car
on them pills
Dade County dope-boy, best believe I'm 'bout dat doe
Chose come up get em yep, we ain't really by that def
Yeah, I'm the future, got
really
That is where we're headed we ain't ever gonna stop
Yea
I do the job, every second, any minute, by the hour yeah I found ma sweet spot
Work in 9-5
never going to heaven
Forever cursed
I be sinning by the second
With every Verse
Ima call you out ya bullshit
It works out all you niggas get a full clip
demons caught, plus more dey brought, thank God I fought. I always will too. D dub (dw) I feel you. Gotta look out 4 number 1 you always will do. Never
to Five-O (uh-huh, yo)
Four, three, two, cocker-doodle-doo
I was out in Africa, Shaka Zulu crew
Ho, ho, ho, red stockings too
Comin' down the chimney,
on my waist
Dirty bitches try to holler? Get the fuck out my way!
If I made a million dollars i would split it five ways
Buy designer for my mama
on a cool ranch, get laid more than Fritos
With five strippers, four wives and three amigos
I go scuba divin in Bays at Montego
I find gold links and snatch
to good sounds
Listening to good sounds
Gotta get that summer vibe
Girl I need you by my side
I’ll be your ride or die
Baby I’m your guy
Baby I’m your
I’m
The sound of the waves on the embankment
A phone in my left pocket
I'm leaving, you're staying
A forgotten city by me
You're so beautiful, my dream hasn't
Rap metaphors and riddle out this motherfucker
Work second floors, hospital out this motherfucker
Some how we gotta get up out this motherfucker
Some
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