Lyrics:
I don't need no one to slide Imma just do it by myself
Off of work I hear a siren know that boy gon' need some help
Wonder if they really got him
I don't need no one to slide
Imma just do it by myself
Off of work I hear a siren
Know that boy gon' need some help
Wonder if they really got him
the lane with nobody else next to it
Ain't get here by myself, lot of help next to it
Word to chilly chill, that's myself let's do it
1St and 15 ent, FNF
all of them niggas jumped ship
That Cruise still sailing
No can't tote no weapon
Lows I know those feelings really, shit can't even tell it
Niggas
paralyzed by it
I'd like to be my old self again but I'm still tryin' to find it
After plaid shirt days and nights when you made me your own
Now you mail
boi still slick with the city
Make ya scream more more gimme gimme
Gold fang
Feeling like Cocaine
Drop top in the Buick
Blasting Cobain
Gold fang
prophecy
My attitude is scarred by this inner-city urban
Iller dolo stress on my brain just like a turban
Who get grazed by the bullet?
Triggers, who's
attitude is scarred by this inner-city urban
Iller dolo stress on my brain just like a turban
Who get grazed by the bullet?
Triggers, who's quick to pull it
Walkin' on pavement is soaking with water
I just survived getting hit by a motor
I walk the cross walk holding cross getting cross, fuck man, all
taking all day
Like a snail
Still as clever
Ill as ever
Real as ever
Chill as ever
Will this ever, ever stop?
This never ever will
It's evolution at its
towering above the ruined city
It shadowed all the new emerging settlements and homes
To look down on the ruins was to sympathize and pity
All the suffering
towering above the ruined city
It shadowed all the new emerging settlements and homes
To look down on the ruins was to sympathize and pity
All the suffering
through a hard rain and thunderstorm
I'ma stack this paper up again like I'm never done
I got these rose gold jewels, I feel better now
I put the city
carton
You could still feel chills from the team
On 118, my nigga Ben fly by like it's a dream
His face on his Shirt Kings
Laced in a pinky ring, in
the phone
Last bought the money, write up, check up, cash it, and go
You actin' a fool, pull up with a gas mask with the smoke
I'm max, minimal, gold all
Take another sip
Wash it down gold dipped teeth chipped
Fill the same cup twice
Then i swerve
No regards for the life thats sittin' in the passengers
To rain from the mountain tops
Still blood stains on the leaves
I don't do it for the blog spot comment box, I do it for the OGs
And them country folk
Looking so real so they thought
That I could kill them when I want
Gold cross
I'm with God
You can see it on my chest
I know some niggas living large
But
And you've still got it in your drawer, even now
Oh, your sweet disposition and my wide-eyed gaze
We're singin' in the car, gettin' lost upstate
Autumn
never see it coming (I'm in murder mode)
You never see it coming
Cause I'm in murder mode (OK, OK)
Niggas trying to double cross I called that audible
blinded by the rising sun
And when it fucking sets
I won't be waiting on
No motherfucking rising son
Fuck your God, I'll burn him on the cross
Burning
And they still ain't ready yet for a mothafucka
Gucci Mane and I'm 'bout to put my Yeezys on
Now that Gucci's home, it's over for you Gucci clones
1500,
the city, let a bitch know
Red bottoms all white just to shoot dice
Rick Brown leave ya, do it like I'm Big Mike
Jabar home, going on his fifth Rolls Royce
and heaven in your kiss
Fire burning in your eyes and summer on your lips
Funny how I still hear you singing along
Every time Summertime by Chesney comes
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