Lyrics:
I ain't even smooth with my bullshit, I do it right in her face
It ain't like I don't love her, already gave her that ring
I hope you know, hope you
face face
No other nigga's
Songs dropping like the bass bass bass do
Thunder blunt keep
It a hunnid some it laced laced k 2
At the summit hoe you
and they controlled by the fuckin' money
But, I come from nothin', and for that right reason
I don't give a fuck 'bout goin' back to nothin'
And, it heart
slow it down I gotta catch my breathe
You've been gettin over him
I've been gettin over her
Why don't we just keep each other company tonight
Make your
Lemme shout out Bobby
'cause 6ix in there like "Oh my goodness"
Nah, I just did that for the adlib keep that
(Squad)
Yeah, oh my goodness, oh my
(Wake the)
(Wake the fuck up)
Wake up
Wake up
Wake up
Wake up
Out my slumber, out my sleep I come
Meet me its Bobby Young
All this time I ain't
down forreal
You know how I'm coming
Everything to get it right
It's just gone keep comin
An when I gotchu by my side I'm at the top of it
I done came up
they lookin' up to me
Nah, fuck the feelings bitch, you feeling alright
I stick to smoking by the O and yeah my feelings are light
I keep it real already
you could get popped right now
Me don't play, I keep a gun around my way
Cause I'm a fuckin' drama king like my nigga Kayslay
Sex, drugs, money,
hum too
Some shoes, gotta be twenty man
It's not even funny they can't breathe
The choke holds too tight
The left looks too right
You know what?
Yeah
You know, technically
I'm not even really supposed to be here right now
So fuck it
Might as well make the most of it
(Amen) yeah
(Amen)
The world listened? Cool. What’s next?
We gotta try to keep that fire lit right where our heart is
They indicted a couple of police, but we will finish what
with a burden
Ran off on the plug with a pound, I was
Got this shit up out the mud like a bug
Now I'm dirty
Pocket watchin' ass niggas tryna keep it
Now
right
Everybody tellin' me that he's in heaven
He's probably smilin' down on us right now
But judgin' by the kind of stuff he was all mixed up in
right
Everybody tellin' me that he's in heaven
He's probably smilin' down on us right now
But judgin' by the kind of stuff he was all mixed up in
long as you're still hurtin' me
And as I turn onto your street
It's like I'm pressing on a bruise
To see if it still hurts
Right now that's all I've got
And I keep shitting on the competition (Freebase)
I'ma bout to put up me out a shit tape (Freebase)
Just went playin' by no rules (Freebase)
Every
keep ya chains tucked,
all my thugs give me love, keep it gangsta,
all the ballas if you ballin put ya banks up,
got shotcallas, givin orders by
MTV with Kurt Lod'
With the Q-four-feezy, be hurtin folks
Keep the bird toast, black handle, horoscope hood scandle
You the type of n****s puffin in
(can't believe)
Right out of the trenches
If you see me down you probably won't believe it (I mean who would've thought)
Do it for my people who would
of fucking an R&B bitch
But I wake up early and bounce with all her shit
When I apply pressure, son, it ain't even funny
I'm about to stick Bobby for some
Santa
St. Nicholas cold like Alaska
I'm highly problematic
Paradise hook turned her into an addict
My flow semi-automatic
Knock her lights out keep it
hum too
Some shoes, gotta be twenty man
It's not even funny they can't breathe
The choke holds too tight
The left looks too right
You know what?
it'll be, soon
[Chorus]
This can't be life, this can't be love
This can't be right, there's gotta be more, this can't be us
This can't be life, this
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