Lyrics:
the label I consider my home)
[Yo Gotti]
I'm from the north cuzz were I was tought cuzz
Was doin' my own thang never had a boss cuzz
So if you didn't know
and the wonderful ways that we were able to understand each other
And find out about each other
We got to know each other little by little living very close in
steppin' too slow
Got surrounded by a sheriff down in Mexico
(Well he was steppin' right along) I were a hot-footin' it.
(But he was steppin' too slow)
with you, I'm not scared, I'm not scared at all
Monday Morning, where we're going, we don't have a clue
But I'll be fine, I'll be fine, as long as I have
parts, sorting out hogwash
That I am fed by all these sensible and grown adults
Grabbed their wrists to feel the pulse, they were comatose
Holding hope in
the purest form of
Cohesive speech for the weak who need it
Flow leave 'em seasick
Like don't rock the boat worm
The people trying to breathe kid
Better hold
heading to a crisis
Betting I won't fight this. Falling down that long path
Followed by the black dog, Swallowed by the contrast
I remember fearless, now
count on me
I know so many people cannot be trusted
Like wayne and drake baby i'm right above it
I wanna hold u babygirl and just covet
No need to lie cuz
dodge a ram with the truck that she was stunting
I'm sorry that was nothing
But the lyrics they were something
She said she want my straight, and this
any length.
Fuck the fame, fuck the pride, I’ll carry his name, I’ll even pass the bank.
Just ta’ hold the rank, give me respect.
Already make 6
We grew up a little bit that year
I caught on as a meter man
You were caught at home
When I started night school
You ended up alone
But you had
to get lit
Hold up get the whip, baby girl you tryna dip
Going through some shit, no time to get lit
I don't need drugs, life already finna hit
Surrounded
You'll never know where you're going to
Unless you know where you're coming from
You hold your future into your hands, you have a sense of direction
Man, it's going to change. Man, it's going to change.
When I'm feeling, when I'm feeling alone.
I came a long way
from home. Troubles living on my
to swerve
Oh, I could barely hold my pride
I could barely hold my pride
Rappin' so hard
I'm holding my side
With you right by my side
With my baby right by
It's been 9 years since the day I thought would never come
Took me by surprise and then completely shocked everyone
You battled on your own but I
patriots
Who would've thought those who love the country the most
Would be hated on by folks who call America home?
Both political parties are equally
the moon's out, think we're old news now
I go hard on a Friday night
Italian shoes on sight
Stop! Hold up, raise your bottle
Push the throttle, tonight we're
checkin it
Bitch From Columbia raised by dem savages
Text her back fast cuz I know she ain’t Havin it
I know she ain’t havin it
If I call RARA he gon bring
May
June we gone turn up, why would July,
August is the alter, ay ay
September in Manila, oh oh
I told Drake you better hold up, this my October
I'm
a chance or wait a second
Don't walk away from this blessing
Girl that ass so big I swear that you can hold an intersection
What's yo name what's yo sign
I
ima star
Ima ball ima ball ima ball
Im in the studio i dont answer when they call
Im independent doing this shit by myself i dont fuck with yall
Im
POC round here
Fuck with the clique
Runnin' round town with the soldiers
Side by side with the owners
The ways of before can't hold us
We all masked up
Grip nigga we want smoke
Glock with the switch hit da block reload
Call up City got Supa in the 4
Trappin them bags at Cuzo store
12 ride by keep ya eye
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