Lyrics:
the property
There was no one walking alongside, it was just me
I had the power to defend both Ozzy and his creed
Then Deron responded by asking me defiantly
“Is
Have only gone a bled me dry
Don’t want to see a bunch of flowers
Lying by the road as I go past
Just another wasted life
Whose time has come and gone
the minute they count on me
19 years old and I still ain't getting no young
I get it just let me breathe
Conscious telling me to please
Believe in all these
fast cause I want that ass
before I jet from the scene let me count my Cash,
they call him henny villie
that is good and plenty you gotta just Love
Bases loaded and a full count, oww
You gotta pitch to me now I'm knockin' that shit out
Callin' my shot
I drop a hundred videos all of them hot
A-Cal
family
I can't even scream
They just won't stop
Now I'm 13
Do you see what's still happening to me
I can't count on one hand, all the I love you's
Hugs
and do not play
If you want me, come and get me, Fraiser Drive is where I stay
Won't you come on down my way, I hope that you ain't afraid
You won't
a couple lessons just to come back and win
I know sometimes we all go through it and we can't understand
But everything will be good in the end
It's Mark
Everybody think it's paradise
But we lost some real ones on the left
So what you know about the west
I swear y'all don't know about the west side
Nor'Cal
moment the storm grows darker
Clutched to our chests, all that we cherish
Whipped about by a whirlwind
Certain that we will perish
Like a little child, I
highs
We gone count these highs
We gone count these highs
How could I not forget
How could I not forget
You saw my first home run
Margarita Don Diegos
I'm tired of runnin' 'round
Lookin' for answers to questions that I already know
I could build me a castle with memories
Just to have somewhere
nuff respect to Bucktown
Home of the chrome, where I roam, not givin' a fuck now
Damn, just when you thought it was safe
To come out, with a rhyme, I
at something i think it'll just
Come with getting older but I don't ever want
To be a fucking asshole so until
I feel like I'm able to find that
Balance – of not
on my chest
Come on baby
Put something icy on my chest
There's no need to second guess
What I need is a smith and west
For when I need some space
Don't
could just be home
But I'm sitting in a classroom and still feel alone
School days ain't so fun
Tryna find love under the sun
Tryna count these ones
surrender and release anger and frustration
I surrender and release painful memories
I surrender and release negative emotions
I surrender and release
and see me
Come get that shit up off ya chest
Just got a new chop, I'ma test
I heard the them hoes want smoke
So I took it on the road
Serve ya momma by
wan' know where you are
I just wanna see you come home at the right time
Any way you want it know I need it like I got mine, yeah
Washed up, if you see
and all kind of vowels
When you makin' all kinda of thous
I just want the Presidential Rollie black face, Obama style
Then count the check up, E. Honda
what's left behind
And what's to come in the same introduction of a king
Just know everything coming can only give birth to the principle that by any means
couldn't stay down
Bro just got that new whip
Now his speeding like a Grey hound
I’ll be in the Ford tryna focus onto make pounds
Try to count a couple qwid
just have to remember
Though time slips by the memories remain
I could never forget when the nights were young
majesty/no pageantry, just accuracy, I promise I can't rap for free/the way I run threw all them hoes(holes) they call me barry/by the way I spin off of them
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