Lyrics:
Too scared to fall in love
Who's your daddy
How fucking rad
Once you get on that bus you ain't got no mama no more
You got your brothers on the team
you get a rollie, rollie
She know she can't have it, that shit love my woadie
She want to buy him a chinchilla
She see you serve foreign country boys
If you ain't getting money you cannot get in
Roll up a wood
Take a hit
I'm bouta to walk up that strip
Got beat by a female
That nigga a bitch
I bet
(Shoutout ATL, swear that y’all raised me)
Try to run up you get Fox 5’d (I be ballin out)
You gonna think my name Tracy McGrady
If you try to run up get Fox
Yo, I used to be in love with this girl named Jill
I know why, because she had the butt like that of a hill
But you couldn't tell me nothin, cause
some love back to those that loved me
206 Court street and my second mom Tracy
Little Keesha and Cole
My mellow blow, and my homegirl Flo
Rock
Daz we about to fry niggas like fries
And separate them by five's and light up the skies
Crip that D P, Kurupt
Dippin' and I'm out, put a dick in
said that she hate me girl I love you
Too I can get you pink perks and I can get you
Blues I can get you workhardt and some quakin'
Too she ain't never
hope you're working, hope you're healing right
Yeah, I still love you, you're my ride or die
Yeah
That's all I really wanted
Communication I was double
and welling
Might end up dead if you telling
Raised round some crazy ass felons
Niggas be welling and telling
Fuck round a split your whole melon
Getting that
just quit this rappin shit this trappin shit look like the 80s
Never been a boy been a man I'm the son of Tracy
Make sure that you niggas aint no cap
Yeah!
This-this-this-this
This is an exclusive (let's go)
Mr. Meth, you're so Def, you put them other M.C.'s out to rest (that's right)
And they
baby
I drive in the Jag crazy
I crash that bitch daily
Had to upgrade to a Mercedes (ayy)
I made a bag, baby (yeah)
I made a bag, baby (on God)
I
That's real talk know I'm the shit you can see in my walk
And Im a real one don't judge worth by the shit that I bought (For sure)
I'm painting pictures
I thought that maybe this love could
Last us forever and ever
Love you so much that i want us together
Forever and ever
You losing your feelings
But
lets we go in a race
You don't want hit it? shit ima face
Your shit mid and it's laced
I wish dat I could ball like Tracy
One, Two, Three, Four lets go
to you and what we had but I'm not mourning
We just hit the ATM Alonzo Tracy Mourning
Balenciaga
You jealous I bought her Prada
And then I poke her face
I had the mind that was designed for crime
Now I'm two seconds away from the big time
In the fast lane your life goes fast
It's time to take
, though, son?
Come on, son, that's what I was, that shit, yo
Let me tell you something, I ain't gon' front, yo
I love you and all that, son (then say
who hate me is mad that they ain't me
You an impasta claiming a set with no OG
I swear you an iPhone the way you be so phoney
Blinded by dollar signs
head, spit that murder I wrote
Man I don't care what you felt,
Fuck you nigga, I know I'm dope
Felt Like I couldn't really give it my all,
Felt like I had
You rock it Tracy
Had to shoot that shot McGrady
And now you're smiling
But you know what's crazy
Upfront the bunda was brazy
Man I just hope to God
single DM love connecting with my fans
First come first serve experienced it first hand
Thats why I'm coming first In the long run while you ran
They got
niggas used to be good like Ken Griffey
I'm on fire like the tip of a blunt
On fire like a nigga that let it drip for a month
I'm a Blood, you can Crip if
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