Lyrics:
yes one day (Yes one day)
One day it will get better
(Yes it will)
You know, sometimes you wanna fight it but in all actuality you need to let it go
these songs like in one day, and in two days
I gotta bring up one thing, you know, go back to in story
The day I did the 'Can't be Life' beat I tracked
go
That's how you make a statement that they should quote
I seen death around the corner
And I lived right by the corner store
I'm a Hot Boy, I
’m finna go
Close shot in the paint, bank
Fingeroll
I been on the line
For some time
You should give me mine
Trophies on my wall
From the streets
When
(Let’s get it)
I gotta’ go hard (Gotta’ go hard)
I gotta’ go feed the streets (Streets)
I’m up there with mars (I’m up with the stars)
I’m poppin’
on the low
And get it everywhere that we go
Let me do my thang
New gators on my feet
Rolling up and down the street
Let me do my thang
I bust a new batch
down the street where BIG got shot
I hunt you
And the very next day where Pac met his fate
It's how we live our life, surrounded by Che
Pause
Where
the phone, in a zone, face is stone
Wonderin', if you ever comin' home
I try to run the streets and play
But that feeling just won't go away
My whole life I
feet, fuck, can you tell me
I let the 12's beat, 'Nightmare on Elm Street'
So don't fall asleep 'cause my life a dream
And they ain't gotta speak, they
to let go
You have to let them go
Because they need their freedom
They need their independence
They can't be dependent upon you, that's right
They need
green
I gotta eat on the go Day
I hope they told you that everything that Soul say don't go a long way, what?
A ho in Chipotle, no
This is food for
dangerous
I can’t let you handle me
Hotter than a candle be
I can’t let you handle me!
I’m the king of the street
The South ain’t big enough
I had to take
Let me put one in your bro, so your nigga can't go to sleep
So, lay down bitch, gimme all that you dreamed for
Gimme fancy cars, gimme
Let me put one in your bro, so your nigga can't go to sleep
So, lay down bitch, gimme all that you dreamed for
Gimme fancy cars, gimme
on a plane
I was in College Park, right
Well I guess technically, if you wanna go before that
I was uh, I was living in Germantown, uh no actually it was
Hmm, I'm goin' down, down, baby
Yo' street in a Range Rover (C'mon)
Street sweeper, baby
Cocked ready to let it go (Hot shit)
Shimmy, shimmy cocoa
Right Hand Man
Let me use your toothbrush
Have you got a clean shirt?
My panties in a wad
At the bottom of my purse
I walk into the street
The air's so
my life but I can't die
Money on my head that you can't buy
You are not the plug you a damn lie
Acting like a thug but you can't lie
I'm in first class
'ma come through drinking lean
And I ain't gonna cough
I'mma let them boys know how far I can go
I'ma just wreck down on the fucking down low
Keep my shit
'ma come through drinking lean
And I ain't gonna cough
I'mma let them boys know how far I can go
I'ma just wreck down on the fucking down low
Keep my shit
Yeah, I can't let it go, I hold a grudge
Don't got no time, I'm in a rush
You calling my phone, I don't pick up
This ain't no love lost, but I don't
Lets go
I can't make this up
(I ain't gotta write this shit down
fuck what they talkin' bout) because I can't make this up
When you getting
smaller
But if we will try to heal, I hope we go supersonic when we leave
Yeah yeah
I kept my promise to the streets (streets, streets, streets, streets
Like a tiger defying the laws of gravity
I'm a racing car passing by like Lady Godiva
I'm gonna go, go, go
There's no stopping me
I'm burnin' through
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