Lyrics:
favorite rappers come and go
I done seen a lot of blow, a lot of snow
I done seen my homie grandma get beat by the po-po
In the hill side of Vallejo,
She got the suite at the
Sofitel
If I knock twice then you know the deal
I’m livin better 700 on a new sweater
How we gon take over the game
if we
on overload, but I'm still broke in spirit
"Depression what he suffer from," same words from Doctor Henry
It ain't no love inside the slums, know if they cut,
I'm still broke in spirit
"Depression what he suffer from" same words from Doctor Henry
It ain't no love inside the slums, know if they cut, they kill
strugglin' on the grind
Got to feed the family chased by the one- time
But dem laws couldn't mace me
It take a hundred million motherfuckin' po po's
attention to how it shake, she got a loose booty
I ain't tryin' to be stuck all in the corner and locked up
Tongue-kissin' a hoe a nigga know she a doctor
the head's what I aim for
When my grandma died, I realized I got an angel
Show me everything's a blessing depending on the angles
Look, I am the anomaly,
turkey on everything
You're young, you will not learn
Adults are children burnt
You're 21 and you still ain't got your first check
22 likely to run
Well, I've got my car and I've got my keys and I'm ready to drive, I hit the road, I
Ain't going slow and I've got to be there by five, my job is
made it double
Black sheep of my family because I always got in trouble
When he get let out of prison I'ma run up on my uncle (Sucker)
My partner in
Greetings, earthlings
We have now taken over your radioooo
(b-real) goin' straight through the hole
You ain't got no game
I'm breakin' ya out
fuckin' mouth (he won't)
Live at the Oscars, you can't make up this story
Her boo August Alsina got beat up by Tory
Jada probably called him to see if he
or doctor
But I'ma make more as a rapper, make more as a rapper
She ain't believe me, I did it and told her to open my chapter
And that's how you show by
Draco got a lil kick back
Break a xanny bar down
Like a kit kat
No chit chat
Where them zips at
Addict number two number one had a relapse
Feeling
collab with Gaga and might cross over
She ain't know shit about cameras but got great music
But a lot of photographers are creepy motherfuckers
Marco, you
rock white gown
Boy getting popped fa like bow
Hit that boy Indy
Then run up them digits
I said you won't get it by fucking with bitches
I burn down
over
He like to beat you so tell'em he's done
Mistreat you the cause for you to run
Into the arms of a real man
That real man is Traz you know the deal
pills the doctor prescribed me, got me wanna kill, and maybe I might
Maybe my family upset 'cause I made it
'Cause no one expected that I would be
straight ian boutta tell no lie
Lost my teacher in the same year someone tell me why
Death walking by my side
I be tryna run away but fail every time I try
I
my cool and lose
A tool over petty beef
You couldn't comprehend it G
Life has been an F-ery colour scheme's grey
Got me questioning my God and all
expecting her
And she's got work to do
He helplessly stands by
It's meaningless to try
As he rubs his red-rimmed eyes
He says I've never seen her get
Enough to reach us
Cannel affiliated my goons demonstrated
Finally got a reason for the
Dogs to celebrate it
Free lease by that cold old murta
Lot
I'm feeling cramped but infinite
No longer bounded by a geographical limit
Lost inhibitions without the assistanceOf jamo or Guinness,
good
Prevail had no father doesn't mean that he's a bastard
I got love from my momma sister grandma my grandpa
Family history of cancer illness and deficiency
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