Lyrics:
in my driveway be stoppin' (your car)
My money is all you be coppin' (oh wait)
I cannot rest till it's finished (yes)
Now write it on my petition
Look at the wastelands of tomorrow
...What a beautiful sight
The sand turned into black stone
...The sea turned to ice
Sunlight covered by eternal
too bright
Your name broke my heart and I died again tonight
I had to let go of the things that I had buried
I'm still haunted by everything, every
to the pumps
Had you floating in the ocean
Now you trashed by the dumps
Nifty fifty gang, I was raised in the slumps
Pockets so fat like it's raised by
sales makin niggas act like that
Back in the days we could scrap, now you lay on your back
As things changed with time I traded in my knuckles for
I'm spittin' pollaseeds
Crack 'em one by one
You niggaz got me fucked up
Fuck a ghostwriter, sittin' in the back
Of the studio tryin' to write a nigga
Real
The one that you can feel
The ill ability concealed behind the golden seal
That's my frequency revealed
I am the hunger in your stomach, when it
twenty years time
Your Cherokee lover, Blue Duck was his name
He loved you in the sand hills before your great fame
I heard he stopped a bullet in 1885
twenty years time
Your Cherokee lover, Blue Duck was his name
He loved you in the sand hills before your great fame
I heard he stopped a bullet in
She said the sex was like no other
Never judge a book by it's cover
'Cause I just leave a couple
Shots in your brother
And make sure I empty the clip in
lame
Lil liquor in her system now she flipping, gettin' trained
Dude trip she move on now her sex sheet now river long
Nose still to the sky like she
kickin him
You know me, i dnt give a shit about fitting in
Its trilloski, name werent down but manna still gettin in
You told me u was gna have my p
By
back on my block again
MAC in my pocket, I'm strapped with a Glock
I might murder a congressman (Brrt)
Fleein' the scene
As I hop in the car that your
in the sand, you cross that, brace for impact
They said this ain't the road for me, created my own lane
Suffered more L's than I have in my own name
to the people?
I was locked down, still doing shit illegal
Running around in jail like
"I ain't give a hell" when
You was on PC, locking it with males
And I ain't
A mid-day sky over the beach
I'll never see that blue again,
I write my name here in the sand,
when summer's gone remember that.
Lying here I chase
arguing
And I don't ever write, pause
Un-pause this, so keep ya bitch ass lines inside the margin
Lil Wayne dot com bitch log in
Put a pillow under your
bitter
Had to find a way to stop crying long rivers
By playing songs, I gotta thank Mac Miller
Cuz that was my escape, music was the way
But still it hurt
Knocked over by the water
Castles made of sand
Message in a bottle
You let go my hand
Still not feeling normal
So I'll pretend I'm okay
We were
It's still my thang
Listen y'all
Hey y'all, I ain't [unverified] nowhere, ain't goin' nowhere
I'm-a be here always, every day, all day
In your face with
I'm here right now
Won't steer off the path
Still down with the same home town
Never really disappeared from that mac slum tac
South side, hell
I know your baby never hurt nobody
But he got his ass smoked at that Mustard party
Og Blood, everybody know me when I came in with the little
'm a still transport with my man on the Peter Pan
Get there and bury the bricks in the sand
They think I want a tan, I'm sittin' on a hundred grand
So I can
They call me monster
But I only bite when they taking what's mine though
I'd turn to the Bible
I got many sins I'm still tryna write off
But I got
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