Lyrics:
car he was running up close to
Hop out the car im just letting off big rounds
Rapid shots come out the drake he goin get down
I get high im just looking
Yeah, I'll let you know
(Sending all my blessings to you, baby)
I'll let you know when I'm heading home
This last year, feel like getting grown
Plus
Just to even know you, I had the pleasure
Every single moment we laughed together
When I count up the memories one by one
Wish I had more time with
got a Wessun if you riff
I'm a nigga with soul, my last name should be Smith-sonian
I'm gassin' girls heads, just like petroleum
Get em ready
the morning, baby life is good
Me and you against the whole hood
Soon as I come home
Garb my strap, locate my comrades
Let's get my enemies not knowin' I
By My Side
Sarah Smith
Come on come on come on
Let's take this outside
I don't want to talk about it anymore
Come on come on come on
I didn't mean
strikes, I leave foes just breathless
So what's growth to your inner vision?
Outer wisdom counting on your proper prosper
Prosper glorious, your garden bloom
plain
Old black extensions
Just a T-shirt about carbon
"I always thought that by the time
I put out a third album, i would want
To come back to natural
home
Be safe count your blessings
Ain't no room for second guessing Bitch I'm getting to the pesos
'Cause I'm that guy don't you get it?
I'm that,
and talkin in da interview
Cause damn...what you wanna do nigga? (No, no, no...)
Well I suggest you invest in vests and count your blessings
Keep that smith
'm dodgin the law
Biggest boss you ever saw like Ross my niggas is raw
Yah I'm a dog
Slash gorilla rocafella
We party amongst the stars
I just got a call
My
with two strikes so they never swing
They just put that choppa to ya neck like they NLE
Want some ride or dies by my side when I'm in the league
You
need to change,
i be too stuck in my ways
wanna fuck then she get slayed,
by that money you get slayed
baby i dint come to play
i just came here
on
The homie Great John on the beat, by the way
Don't Come Outside, Volume 3 out now
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
I'ma fan Heavenly Father but
some memories hold a lot of pain
When I die just carry on
No dont cry just carry on
Member nights we only had each other and we aint have no shit but we
will go to where I feel the light, yea
I'm goin' home, o, yea
I'm goin' home, now
I'm goin' home, I cry
I'm goin' home now, o no
O no
Can you count
a fat white boy that's a shooter
Homeless crack head that can fix ya computer
I ain't even tryna school ya
I'm just sayin' don't judge a book by it's
you know that I got Mag in (what?)
Ask me am I only rappin', you know I got that bag in (you see it)
Band man like Lonnie (Lonnie), want my head, come
Wonder why Malcom X made 'em shake
I'm Making my days count like I'm (Muhammad) Ali
Martin (Luther King jr) would b ashamed by the hate
That's why I'm jus
a letter to my home.
It was just the other day
I was bringin' home my pay
When i met an' old friend i used to know
Said, "Your mother is dead an' gone
to memories
Tryna come between me and money you begging for injury
Smith and Wesson like an accessory
Dressed in a felony
Captain Morgan filling my cup getting
More need I say no more
Life is just a chore
Bored
Out my mind blood leaking from my thighs
Signs of future actions ignored by the like
Eighty percent I
no, I can't come out
Serve by my grandma with no conscience (yeah)
Ayy, I'm a prince, I'm with the function (yeah, rich, homes)
To keep it real, I
Thank you very much
One of a kind truly special I'm a different guy
Like you just hit the K2 I'm on a different high
I ain't playin' wit these dudes man
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