Lyrics:
moments
And if this is a song overlooked and passed by happy to stay that way
Say what you mean mean what you say
It's hardly James Bond gets the girl
mannequins
Niggas ain't flee, nah, niggas ain't me
Even though shit ain't sweet I'ma make sure that the gidang eat
Niggas come around tryna kick it
Niggas
and nigga
I'm that nigga
I identify as him, Ok
James might take yo Bitch
But Trvp gone do that shit and put it in your face
Black on black with the hoodie
em
Hoes so shady in a time when you can't even trust your spouse
I am from the generation of rick James bitch nigga fuck yo couch
And all I want is
shelf
The mindset of wealth, it suits me well
Like a suit with Tails
Sonic Ball speeding past
James Issac gotta blast
Unh, imma byg kyd now
Pulling up,
raspy
I'm hot like miami
Lookin' towards a grammy
I stick to being sweet like it's that rock candy
Dumb rich bitch, she bored goin' blonde
I switch up,
throwin' epithets
And the doctor thinks a devil musta got you by your senses
But to live the way you please doesn't sound like possession
It's four long
for shining
Niggas known for rhyming
It's been a long while I'm in it in my prime and
We at the top niggas still up climbing
We gone find 'em
Tell me
that while I'm gone my baby girl gon' hold it down
Tell me that you love me by your ways baby
Ain't gotta question anything I ever said baby
I'm gon'
and when I did it
I had no clue on if she would even remember me
December 15th, the last I was in the vicinity of my own child
Loved ones become an enemy
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
thought you'd be this fucked up by a misfit
Take a hit, run it back like a pick six
I'm Jokic when I bust out my bag of tricks
Or Magic, I just had
thought you'd be this fucked up by a misfit
Take a hit, run it back like a pick six
I'm Jokic when I bust out my bag of tricks
Or Magic, I just had
James here singing you this song
We are all different on the outside
But we all share the same heart on the inside
It's satisfying to know that you're
a pawn
I ain't James we can't bond
Pussy
Aw lookie
You thinking i'm joking gon push me
It's all goodie
I'll show you niggas who's all nookie
Keep thinking
work
They selling you short
In the slums by them trenches be relentless
Go get it regardless
Ain't shit sweet but the love I had for my nigga I lost it
up the cash a lot money by the ton til my casket drop
We the haves and the have nots used not have it now we having knots
Niggas know I blow a bag
I'm in love with mary jane she always talk to me
Swisha G can ya pretty please roll another stick of me
Definitely split the swisher sweet fill it with
ride
I couldn’t make it without you right by my side
We’re living on borrowed time
Sheriff James he took a liking to our lost and sorry souls
Told us
On Middle Earth, nights of the loud vapors
Day and night, we on prowl for that power, paper
And if it's sweet for that now and later, mine it till
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
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