Lyrics:
backwards on a one way
D color flawless, bitch I reek of money
(bitch)
Fast life, born to die, who gives a fuck
We done seen it all by 25, and lived it up
look
Old Brooklyn, Putnam Avenue crook, I've been token
All around the world, rooked it then, drive back in Brooklyn
Good looking, son, yo, son,
things
Better than watching your first son put his sentences together
Yo, it kinda make me think of way back when
I was the portrait of the artist
need you this way, this way
Right by ma side
Come this way, this way
Pirango ma inyang kuda ngo
Amaru in doo
Igenu an ngo
Imitu an ngo
Ragz Muzique
on the rocks yo
It's in stone I'm not stoned though
I've only seen you my phone though
But it don't matter to me baby it's the quantum realm this is how souls
this nigga
Yo, but who's that floatin' in the mountains right there?
Oh, oh
Jaden
Oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Damn, this nigga SYRE is back
Oh, oh
Oh,
Left my wallet in El Segundo
Left my wallet in El Segundo
Left my wallet in El Segundo
I gotta get, I got-got ta get it
I left my wallet in El
Left my wallet in El Segundo
Left my wallet in El Segundo
Left my wallet in El Segundo
I gotta get, I got-got ta get it
I left my wallet in El
some gigs and carts,
Led by some farmers with lightness in their hearts.
"These are but the shadows of the things that have been"
Said the spirit: "We
I got the plug like WiFi
I get high like tie die
By the ocean sip a mai tai
You don't the want beef
Better take yo ass to five guys
Man it's funny
a bag
Kno that ima make it fast
nd flex on yo new nigga ass
In major ways
I'm getting paid
We making plays
Li bruh been in the trap fa days
Nd check that
Put the pussy on my face,
Been wantin to tell you like
Way before myspace,
Old jams in the back of Mada
Fuck dat lil I8,
Knowin on yo mind this shit
affirmations of self help
Yo it's right in front of yo grill stop looking everywhere else
Speaking of planning,
Hustling and scheming
Looking for hookups
Bell-Bell-Bellisle
Bellisle be Bellisle
(Here in Detriot)
Now Wes Chill you know we go way back
Kid Rock I remember guzzlin 40's in your ford track
Yeah Wes
the other way
[Grand Agent]
Said the flight was peace, said she happy to see me
Said she want to check her aunt in the valley of Simi
Can't believe that she
the spot, so it's cameras in here
Ugly hoes is hatin', I can tell by the glare
The way you talkin' shit, I can tell them veneers
I want my bills paid
Don't you know what it's like to be in the projects
Projects
Streets can't save your life
Surrounded by violence
Was blinded
Tell 'em imma put up
Ich brauch ne Kippe und n Energy dann ist alles in Ordnung
Wenn sie Tennis spielt guck ich unter ihr'n Rock und
Beim puren Anblick dreht sich in
and she throwin' it up
I call my music the Taliban
The way that my music be blowin' up
I'm making plays in the sprinter van
All of my mo's be going up
Yea
I am not here for a long time no I am here for a good time
Life is too short not to run up a check in this industry son I'm on go time
I hustle way
entourage
But then they still get touched on by the law
That makes me think, what the fuck they even hired 'em for
You see we all in the same gang
Because
Walk in wit the fye
I don't count the caliber unless it's forty-five
Dressed in all white
Got 3 bitches by my side
If you can't go then get behind
If
See butterflies the only way to evolve
They killed my dog but homie what did I solve
You left yo girl to raise them kids on her own
You broke a home
gone stay
I know I cant apologize you threw that chance away
But lately i been stuck in my feelings its nothing new
I been sleeping by myself but this
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