Lyrics:
Nigga I got no worries
No need to rush, no hurry
My girl bad and flirty
Plus she keep me sturdy
Feelin like a brand new man
Livin in my old school
faces full of the Fenty,
Yeah they got my remedy
I need one
In the Coop, top down, puffing Blue Dream
Ya girlie on my on me by my inseam
She tryna cop
I don't care with ya, my nigga
'Cause it's hell
Livin' off a thug, money things ain't swell
Don't believe me, go and ask my boys in jail
When we
girl out and have her back by lunch
I was down bad I was stuck in a rut
I'm up now I got the fam in the cut
Ain't listen to yo shit because it sucks
Made
might be Might be, they rush the parking lot
They know us by the car see You ain't livin' quite like me
Like me, I'm runnin' up the check I'm buyin' out
love me, I told her "You movin' too fast"
You killin' me right now (hol' up, hol' up)
Bitch, I'm the hottest nigga in the country
I got 'em feelin'
え, Tonyさん
Stayin' on low, stayin' on go
Stayin' live right, livin' right by tha Code
Simon gon' say, what he gon' say
When you like me you can live
in peace to my pops wasn't much he left me
But his wisdom and his conversation still blessed me
He said when preparation starts only with opportunity
Sitting in the sun like an old tom cat That donÆt know just where heÆs at And I must admit to you Right now I feel that way to (AinÆt got
I got the new 'Face tape I'm about to, pop in the deck for you niggas
Turn up your radios
You're down and out, money funny, you hustle and die
Crashin' in
I haven't seen my toes in hours
I hope I don't see em again
The faint sounds of someones radio
Playing country songs I used to know
I sing along
20 cousins in your country living stress-free
Walkin' for their water, daughter wrapped inside a bed sheet
Black is distant
It's representin'
This country has been surprised by the way the world looks now. They don't know if they want to be Matt Dillon or Bob Dylan. They don't know if they
the melanin
Fuck that
Used to try to tell them when we were rocking shows in front of empty crowds now we selling out shows in other countries so they believers
stuff
And then maybe police would stop killin' you fucks
Yo, what the fuck? I'm not racist
It's like we livin' in the same buildin' but split into two
been datin' that girl for like, huh, six years though, woo, woo, woo, woo
You livin' by faith or are you livin' by your fear though?
You gotta be
Tryin' to make a livin' out of black-land dirt
We'd get together in a family circle singin' loud
Daddy sang bass (mama sang tenor)
Me and little
By your side
When the nights get cold
And I could be there for you to hold
Oh baby ain't it gettin' old?
Livin' in this lonely world
When you
Can I get an, "Amen"
For livin' in Hallelujahville?
Sunday supper, we pass the biscuits
Save the grease from cast-iron skillets
D.C.'s broke
crackers livin good that ain't what my stomach say
Man I came up in the grains with Jen and Steve
And every meal I ate consisted of some bread and cheese
plannin' to bust in a
Condominium to hang corporate
Nigga to the ceiling by suit and tie
I do not comply and do not conform
Proceed if you want to but
You
country can do for you
Ask what you can do for your country"
Excuse me
Load the clip in the chopper, flip the script and get Oscars
All my niggas is
were
Tryin' to make a livin' out of black-land dirt
But we'd get together in a family circle singin' loud
Daddy sang bass (mama sang tenor)
Me
were
Tryin' to make a livin' out of black-land dirt
But we'd get together in a family circle singin' loud
Daddy sang bass (mama sang tenor)
Me
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