Lyrics:
like a magnet
Hid the cash in the mattress
I kept it real with a actress
But my name ain't will
O yes I'm a bad boy
But my name ain't martin
Drive that
and Hot Boys on right.
[LAC]
Nigga, I be ridin' in some Z-71 type shit,
Limo tinted, cause I'm creepin' with a fine bright bitch,
Aston Martin got a new
face and her ass too
In the Aston Martin, getting face, I might crash dude
Committed to be a rapper, but I ain't getting no face tattoos
Tweaking out
shootouts
Who don't wanna move house
But which areas peaceful?
Not many I know in the borough
I wanna go to another place
But my mind, body and soul's in
to sang at the church house
Down south, church house by the dope house.
I don't know about you but I stay getting pulled over
To the point I don't even like
call me Prospect, I'm one in a mil
One of the real, I rap but I still put a gun in your grill
I'm the reason why I catch you when your car breezin by
all black
All chrome, black-owned
Black tints, matte black
Walked by, my window down, let 'em see who in it
Crack a big smile (ding)
Go figure, me
Uhh! You know
It's times like this
When we need change nigga
Yeah, and if you really look at it
Your life is like a movie
And we all in
flashin' lights
bottles of Patron, sittin' in the ice like...
[Mario]
Its a celebration
bottles by the cases
tonight we goin' all get wasted
then we goin'
Transcribed by patrick and nicola
[sarah:]
"I am tired and I'm bored,", he said. /
"and I've got kinks in my bed. /
This work, how I hate it, I'd
96.7 was playing a song called animals by Martin Garrix it was amazing
He told his mom to turn it up that nigga was going crazy
And when the song was
swear I never saw this day coming
But It feels great
Dr. Martin Luther King had a dream
I never lost faith
Covid had me stuck inside the house
Like
Suburban Houses
Opioid crisis by the ounces
And wives in blouses
Surrounded trees, kush and clouds around us
I'm glad you found this
I thought nobody
bitch up
[Mannie:] Oh 20 dub deuces is how we do that there yo
[Lac:] If you ride with an ugly chick than put that bitch in
[Mannie:] Get you a dime
out I was pushing powder in my granny back house
When I'm pullin' out this Benz, the only time you'll see me back out
That's a factory, physics pure
out there
Don't you dare go out there, late night killas might be stabbing
Lights on in the house
But it's dark outside
You can even close one eye
like Khaled, We the Best
I just might pull up and wreck
Niggas think I'm slowing down, but boy my foot still on yo neck
I'm in the streets all by myself,
fade was a Caesar
you try to diss I'ma get destuctive
walk in with a bubble man I'm gonna bust it
one by one wack dancers I'm callin' off
yo Play see
This record goes out to all you fake ass,
Gangsta baller bueschwa-minded ass house niggas who forget their colour.
Put on a suit and tie
I see the confronted youth
well they don't know which way to choose now
Martin and I can see them searching in the city
but I say oh my God yeah oh
Priesthood, Big you in the house, SoulStice
We gon' do this, stay focused
Yeah, I feel it, uh-huh
Yeah.. yeah, yo, yo
[Killah Priest]
The mouth
A SS on my large tee
So what’s the talking about
I live it how you never could
I’m gone keep it blunt
Aston Martin’s and Corvette’s parked
In the front
was saying that they had you
Pull up by your grandmother house, I receive some bad news
That was the second time I had learned, I couldn't trust
Martin was killed?
Why Mandela did all them years
All that blood, all that sweat, and all them tears?
And I can name thousands more
That died in
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