Lyrics:
ghost, hol'up
If you only live once why are you living it fast?
Fuck that, I'm trying to make my shit last
Cuz when I think back on this day
Turning 21 is
So I said "Cool" made a few songs in this shit
Stayed too long in this shit
But by the month, I was there so much
Nigga's had to lay futons in this
And two balls minus one?
Seven titles at the Tour de France
Split a decision with long division,
Take the circumference of your circumcision
Live like
Chino ain't live long enough, to peddle his bike
It ain't right, but I'm still here holding my head
Got me thinking they still with us, but I'm knowing
our black queens live!
[01:20.61] Let that black king grow, let our black queens live!
[01:24.13] & Let the whole world know, just how our black world
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
to struggle all the live long day
Man was told that he was born in original sin
By people long ago that were conning him
Man is so out of touch he can't
regiment
Yawa
Hop in the booth
Blow up like bomb
Wrapped in a suuth
Take yall by storm
Show up like boo
Now here for long
Don't get too used
Drill in Konkni
a[00:14.79]Religious guise and pulled by their own whims[00:17.24]It's a tough thing to feel like[00:18.66]Your gifts place you on a stage[00:20.21]When some
When the babies are grown up and they move so far away
To live their lives, only call sometimes, we'll learn to be okay
But one day we will long for
long on my cash flows
Used to waste money in my twenties
Now I've gotta keep an eye on where my cash goes
I can do it, I don't need to try
I can do
just tryna live
I think it's gotta give
Stress up on my head, days been close to edge
And I'm looking for the times when I had my innocence
Truth up in
could I would change it
Maybe say the things I couldn't say
But it's wasted
So I guess I'll live another day just missing it
But you know I'll keep
long before this story was relayed to Texas Red
But the outlaw didn't worry, men that tried before were dead
Twenty men had tried to take him, twenty
high
Nd everyday i'm gon get fly
That’s the motto I live by
That’s the motto I live by
Everyday I’m just elevating
Money long it’s just levitatin
twenty-one and gettin bigger
Roll with niggaz, mine's as big as nine figures
Yeah, them low life niggaz, them five-five niggaz, nigga
You'll get high, roll by
20-19-93'a
Now why would I ever
Want to feel this way
Trapped in a cell
On the run for days
What way's up
Come way down
Cries for help
One way sounds
crazy
I want to court all the day
The DA say she hate me
How you gonna hate me when me
And Lu just took twenty racks
And put coast on them kids back
It's
Twitter Wayne at the top of every song list
I’m spittin like a long kiss
Live from the throne bitch
Uhh, I’m screaming MOB money Over Bullshit
Don’t
Getting tired of these long flights, getting tired of these long rides
Getting tired of these long days and the long nights without you by my side
How many motherfuckers still equipped with extraordinary vision
I lost that 20/20 eyesight in the third grade
But I got 20/20 hindsight on my worst
one day that you'll see
That you and me were meant to live free
There ain't no sunshine when she's gone
This shit has gone on for too long
You're
(Ayo ain't that Mag? Yeah it is)
Aye
Fasho
Uh
Look where we came from
Started off at the bottom
Youngins' ain't got shit to live for niggas will die
won't last long
Currently she working she using her trap phone
We can live a better life
Probably reach better heights
Baby somewhere far away
We can do
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