Lyrics:
I'll share with you two
Know, niggas gon' hate you for whatever you do
Now rule one, get your cash on, M.O.B.
That's Money Over Bitches, cause they
damage done, yeah ya man numbed by the fight here
Popped a pill, now, less feeling like light beer
Still, I'm just trying to say what's on my heart to you
to get some head on a balcony sometimes, sometimes
And if I feel where your heart can be, you'll still be a part of me
I love mine, love mine (love mine,
isn't it
Please give me some water, please some agua, please some H2O
Am I really that replaceable?
Am I?
I feel like the ones that love me the most
Are
done
If I really love you til the blood run
Ain't nobody self made driving your cedes
On a road that was paved by the immigrants you blame
Man it took
better get down and pray that Cri Text ain't got you played
What you did could get you sprayed by the darkness that you made
I feel its hate and rage
enough of this
So this is me writing my bucket list
If I got my mommy and somebody loves me
And I got my brothers and food in my tummy
I rob from the rich
kill the plate with the cooks
I say 'Ye with 2 Chainz on, we Common, let's Push
Burn another bush, then burn another we brothers
Love us or not,
think 'bout you
I talk 'bout you to all my brothers
My whole family know you
And you have the love by my mother now baby
Tell me what it is tell me what
Details of what they do with them i
Think it's terrible when anyone dies
Especially
If it is someone you know and love but what
Is more offensive is that
bein' dead and Tekashi still livin' is a crime
God, you gotta do better, you been fuckin' up lately
Bro, all I hear is Pop Smoke when I turn on my radio
more than anyone knows
I'm glad I have you as a friend and brother, good vibes overflow
And Grammy, think you spoil me but I'll never be rotten
The love
to all by His knowledge, ready to answer
They said, O Sali, you have been amongst us as a figure of good hope, and we wished for you to be our chief
Till
you ain't called?
When you don't feel love no more
You got no right to close the door
You loved her once
And she's got proof
Baby boy looks just
just gonna stay by myself
(No)
You gon slide? (No)
You gon ride? (No)
Ride or die? (No)
Who you find?
(No one, no one)
Really? No one?
Boy you fuckin
like a taxi
Exactly, love affair in the backseat
Sorry if I'm being graphic
But I'm stiff as a statue, you sat on a shelf
I feel like I'ma bust,
watch us speak it, speak it (Kaotik, I got you)
I guess niggas still hate me
And they bitch still love me
'Cause I got mad swag
And it feels lovely
You
feel about her
Well I'll tell you what I know
Brown sugar love me real slow
And I don't care what my friends say
I just can't let her go
Two years
close my eyes
And pretend this allows me to hide
Daddy, daddy, why are you sleeping
When I need you by my side?
Why did we start this journey
When we
Fifty-two car deckers
Reppin to the world till the law come and get us
You jealous fellas
I'm puttin holes in vendettas
Twist your body
With two shells
didn’t have it
Shout out to Smoke Joe, you lent me plenty cabbage
You my cousin, but you more like my brother
The closest thing I had to a brother was
Eye Could Tell By The Color Of Ur
Nrg Field
U Thought This Game Was Over
Chemical Peel
U Tried 2 Do Me Like My Good Brother Steve
But Eye Got Another
I fucked her for free
And now you walk around like somehow you got one up on me
Nigga please, this your brother part
This nigga found Soulja Boy's
like a kappa do
One step, two feet
Finesse a new round
I meditate till I'm Ali in the jungle
Peace in action
Slide on you with traction
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