Lyrics:
starting something Get out the booth
And lemme tell y'all the truth, we kick down do's
Save all the H20 for front rows
Live in the bank and watch for
by the cops and shit
It’s a democracy you gotta talk and shit
Nah
But anyway, I’m in the stu straight knockin shit
You Know I live in this bitch no
I know I'm gon blow
I know I got the heat yea I know I got the flow
Got the diamonds in my chain so cold like snow
Aye aye aye blowing up soon I
book smart but still in da streets in da trap wit me busting down P's
Bouta cook up a key
Shawty I got dem bands on me
Shawty I keep dem bands on me
At first I was afraid I was petrified
Kept thinkin' I could never live without you by my side;
But then I spent so many nights
Thinkin' how you
Got money turned it habit
Living life living live lavish
I see you tryna pour another cup
Please don't turn it to a habit
Look around all I see is
guys
History is shrouded in their white hoods and white lies
Nobody believes you when you talk about all lives
I'm tired of the villains actin' like
folks trying
To do something
With our lives niggers
Trying to take us down so we
Got to hide dirty bitches
Wanna fuck they don't even
Wipe so I tell them
a whole lot easier
I know these are views suppressed by most men
But what have I got lose if I choose to express them
Maybe we could understand each other
bra
Got my little paper back I ain't feeling fucked up
My woman got my back so I ain't stressed out
Side looking in, you can say I'm blessed this time
catch a movie
I'm tryna catch a vibe
You know it's been time so let's get reacquainted
I can see it in your eyes
You got something dangerous
Highly
Spanish with the plug havin' convos
Bleek Lair ran lips, hit the line every morning cause they know I keep the lean by the carload
In the top, hit
Why you keep shutting me out
When I got the key to your heart?
Don't think I'll be like your ex cause
He wasn't playing his part
Don't be ashamed
Pimp Juice and us
It's the Roc in here
Maybach outside, got rocks in air
PJ's on the runway, Young got air
I don't land at a airport, I call it
Pimp Juice and us
It's the Roc in here
Maybach outside, got rocks in air
PJ's on the runway, Young got air
I don't land at a airport, I call it
cigars
Smokin' through Queens, bitches stealin' Guess jeans
Get the scope on our stars, little did we know, we folow they dreams
Now we get around in live
Final, fantasy
Fantasy fantasy fantasy
You cannot damage me question my sanity I know we live in a fallacy
Final, fantasy
Fantasy fantasy fantasy
My party
the coke and
All the money in the spot
Act funny, get shot
Nigga, hands high
And I hope none of y'all niggas got plans to die
We can't stand goodbyes
come to me
Her name is Carmen, she live down in Spanish Harlem
And I think I have the key to her secret garden
When I seen her, I used to want
The cause of internal issues later in life
Thankful that was never the case when it came to mine
But I got brothers, I’m the one who they look up to
I wanna
leaves
Creepin in the ride
This is gonna be a breeze
Two hot heads
Tryna get em for the cheese
Lick talkin on the phone
While he tryna find the keys
Itch
fooled again
Who said we won't get fooled again?
By the little man within
He might recognize the great one
He might understand what's good
But he
And in my dreams I'm there by your side
Learning to fly again
The world we see (World we see and hear)
Is a mystery (Mystery but we)
But we hold
I lived for these moments with you
Inside, Harley sit's in front of
The Joker in a
Straitjacket as she takes something
From her purse what do you got
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