Lyrics:
me?
(Put me in that motherfucka)
Yeah that type of shit
You know what time it is
Maybe it's the thug in me
By age thirteen I was buckwild
Good at my
on a splizzy
Bouta take a flight off
Outa Town
Sip patron till she drown
Got me a Charlie Baltimore
cnd She gon hold it down
She the Queen I'm the King
ya, but the Lord will resurrect ya
If ya hug the little boy, then the man will protect ya
From the dark to the light, right to the wrong
I'm gonna stay
step back
She claimin' that your man is her man
Gonna get her wig knocked way back
But you gotta act right and not let it lack now
I'm a lover, not
punch
That shit turns me on, eh
I'm minding my own business
You pulled me to the side
Asked me why I was not speaking up for you
For what?
Why the fuck
wrong
[Chorus]
Right or wrong, black or white
Cross the line, you're gonna pay
Into the dawn before the light
Live or die by shades of gray
We
Golden Stars You Are
See I was speaking to my boy
The running man said Setonji
Said it's not about the job choice it’s about me
The path that I lead
don't really get that
I break her off she a Kit Kat
My Kool Aid take a sip man
Ugh
I'm at yo college bih
I hand out scholarships
But I don't throw no cash
they know Paula steady rapping
You was just all on my dick, you switched your moves up cause you capping
Man I'm tired of that keyboard, drop the lo, I
saturated with lames that I dont even feel like I gotta I go play hard
And the beat from 84 got me feelin like I'm cheating with the up down left right hold
bricks
I'm the interstate, man
And the women say "damn"
Them niggas don't say a damn thing
Boy I bet that shotty make you
Bounce like a bed spring
Walking
To their level, I swear imma keep my crown (Swear Imma keep my crown)
I'm still humble, but I know my rights (That's right)
I'm a fucking star going on fire
its burning my chest like hot lava
Verbally im a rotweiler you gon learn to respect me
Cuz you aint even a doberman you a german shepard
And thats
a little graze
I remain relevant I'm a raw element
High street intelligent product of my tenement
Son of Anarchy, smoking that Bob Marley
La la la be
dope it might come out brown
Them fiends gonna run yo ass clean outa town
But fuck that I'm bout to put my soldias in the game
And tell ya
dope it might come out brown
Them fiends gonna run yo ass clean outa town
But fuck that I'm bout to put my soldias in the game
And tell ya
Bars, them gettin' man bits 'pon road
Sure know I don't wanna step back 'pon road
But say something about manners
Indeed one of my bruddas are gonna
That boy' some prick you know?
All up in my hair
Thinks that I care
Keeps following me here
Keeps following me there
These days I can't go no where
Always plotting plans to try ta undo my grind
But i see em man, i know that their there
Yeah their underneath my bed man they’re waiting to scare
In
That's right, I cut up all my brake lines
That's right, I'm racing
Through the stop light
Blowing through, past you alright?
It's Breezy coming through
yeah
I promise you right now that I will
Ain't got no title but I don't believe
That I'm gonna leave
No, no, no, girl, do not worry 'bout that
Yeah
lights out
Even in the night never pipe down
Outa sight I'm about to take flight
Do right by the Holy Ghost on my
Ninth cloud like
Shining bright in
is
I said we do it big
Thats why im asking
Ohh hey hold up
Wait
Are you gonna meet my friends?
We could probably go chill on the weekend
Show you some
move any work anywhere just to move on beyond
Up outa the block nigga
Man I ain’t gonna stop and I’m bringing the real ones along
Fuck all them op niggas
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