Lyrics:
to Heathrow, get my stacks up
I get pounds to spend, that's English
Bitch, I think I'm 'bout to rack up
You don't get it, do you?
When you on that big
time a nigga tell you about Vic, say they don't know me
I need to be loved, I need to be loved, I needed the drugs
'Cause I couldn't do it, I couldn't
Multiply simple logic
It's rules you can follow
If Dre ain't motivation, I don't know who is
Gift and a curse, maybe them shoes is too big
Or maybe I'm too
Sippin' Triple Sec out the bottle
Catch me whippin' in the fuckin' s-
(Fuck it, I fucked it, right on the last line)
(I'm in Rob's room smoking crack)
trustin' nobody so I took my money with me
'Cause last time they got me, get me
I said I'm Young by the way, the one by the way
I ain't trippin', I just do
Giving it over, giving it over
Yeah, I'm giving myself to a true love at last
Giving myself to a true love at last
You don't know where the wind's
evidence for
If these things are what you mean by God
Then I believe in God but I
Don't believe in a personal
God to whom I look for comfort or for a
Natural
They get clean wind what you gon do?
Rap about a fight I had with
A nigga that by me? And I bit him back
Well talk about how it was 20 niggas
There and I
Jamstars winning you see we the topic
Why waste your time if you
Ain't make a profit?
Whoever telling gon' die, not it
You niggas doo doo
I'm only
that my perspective was a stupid lie
Or that it could be crumbled by
Your position to my brain and the way that I live
I'd be lying if I said that there
When it come to women
Now I treat em different
Lil sis is growin
See her face n
I get motivation
Leadin by example
Til the endin
My debt is all but
won't crucify the things you do
I won't cry for you see, when you're gone
I'll still be Bloody Mare
Lcve do you smell that?
It's poison : m YAAAAAH!
We
to do. I'm not quite sure of the facts,
you know, but after czechoslovakia and things like
that, they could've stopped it earlier,
but they waited until
Justin, you could do better
That’s like my brother, it cut me that I ain’t knew better
Reached out to Vic’s engineer with hopes to reach to new levels
He
your forty
And we gonna do it like this
I got fat bags of skunk
I got White Owl blunts
And I'm about to go get lifted
Yes, I'm about to go get
your forty
And we gonna do it like this
I got fat bags of skunk
I got White Owl blunts
And I'm about to go get lifted
Yes, I'm about to go get
Say the right things and I know that you hate it
But if you're down can you do another round with me one last time
Can I just vibe with you one last
For a second, I'm on some shit, like it was back in the days
When dudes'd really put that thing up to your rib cage
And pull a switch blade, do
I worked my
Ass off i worked my face off and the
Part that you love the most is the easiest
Part for me so I'll do it again
GQ: I'm sure if you'd
big out in public
'Cause if you don't do it big, bitch, you ain't doin' nothin' (haha)
And I'ma hit this drink up like it's my last
I'ma, I'ma hit
big out in public
'Cause if you don't do it big, bitch, you ain't doin' nothin' (haha)
And I'ma hit this drink up like it's my last
I'ma, I'ma hit
She thinking she special
Paid her told her get the step and recall it
I ain't got shit to do but cook her like I was from the jail
These niggas
Shoreditch Vic back in the building
man you know the time it is man
you remember Shoreditch Vic
I'm back on that, let's go
For my whole life, I didn't know if I even really existed
But I do
And people are starting to notice
Think I need a sponsor
I turned into a monster
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