Lyrics:
I heard from the neighbor
She's trying to save me
She saw your pickup
Cross town in another drive
Can't say for sure but
Looks like the same one
She
a champagne glass
Puttin' it down for the B.C., in the backwoods where we be
Better call a producer when you see me
And get your ass right back in the GT
I put an ending to shit
I was brought up in fast life, surrounded by gangs
Dad was cheffing up those late nights, cooking for change
He told me
bright, shout, he remove any stain
Satan afraid to eat my savior, came to take the key
Where the faithful be in haste beneath his shaken feet
Cause he got
(Enrgy made this one)
Do you hear that? (Aldn)
That's-that's what real niggas sound like
Yeah, I got him mad, look at his face, he look like
sees where I'm at
So I grab her close and fast and fly away to never look back
Say goodbye to superiority, fly up into the clouds of love and sobriety
me
I give you one finger away for peace
I'mma take that water from Flint, and I'mma go up there to D.C
I'mma make the president drink, he wouldn't
anything
Slumdawg I'm on all fours
Caged in by the slumlords
DC I'm from 8th ward
Where go to Feds
Ain't no **** state court
That's why I'm praying for
his ear!
(Beat Change) V56 Fanny
He wants to keep me tight, to prevent me from leading our fight.
V57 Group (agreeing)
That’s absolutely right!
We
to flex in the harbor
My lil cutie getting sexy in Georgia
Know some shooters by the Mexican boarder
Fuck Trump chump word to my Migos
You don’t fuck
Uh! One time tell me where ya from!
Uh! Two times tell me where ya from!
Uh! Three times tell me where ya from!
Uh! Four times tell me where ya from
way out"
From the pages of the Cress Theory
I know you hear me
If you out there, listen up, yeah
I know you feel me
Do I look suspicious on this track
a clause on where
‘Cause it’s truly far from fair
That nickname he hardly wears
Like, how does Tturn to Grizzlyand not
Pay me a cost to share
When bein’
No bars in my mind to keep me rapped up
Free from the chains where the really tried to trap us
The mind of a black man still at the back of the bud,
No bars in my mind to keep me rapped up
Free from the chains where the really tried to trap us
The mind of a black man still at the back of the bus,
more if you talk to me (yeah)
I'm from a place where you walk the streets, it's peak
This ain't Dawson's Creek, nah (ayy, ayy)
Still get deep, come
Brought drill to the tac now everything litty
I put on for the
I'm runnin' the
Brought drill to the
Now everything litty
I'm not like these guys look me in
That old fashioned word, it's a word called love
Called love, called love
Oh, this must be the way the nigga 'Pac felt when he made
"Me Against
things
Tyler, big brother, California dreams
He kept me out of distance, California stinks
Now I'm out in Calabasas where the choir sings
Praise God
the place to be)
(Andre 3000, shout out to public housin') (cash) (bitch)
(I brought the whole hood with me)
You got red dirt in your Afro
(Young Hov' in
Georgia peaches, southern living
Got 'em flying in just to go to Magic City
It ain't nothing to catch a star poppin' shit at Lenox
Most of ya'll ain't from
on the authority of utbah ibn ghazwan
That he says, i swear by allah
That the distance between the two gate posts of the gates of jannah is the distance of 40 years
has the world come to, I'm from the 3 1 2
Where cops don't come through and dreams don't come true
Like there the god go in his Murcielago
From working
been ready)
So you can take it where you want
I'm kamikaze wanna try me?
Suggest you don't
Ooh, I told you, boy, I'm riding the donk
Ooh, I got shooters
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