Lyrics:
to the top let me steer
It's gettin' near, it's gettin' near
It's in the clear, it's in the clear
There's a big bad bag by my
Feet so I ran it up
Make a little
the signs that I can see
Hear the chirps begin to sing, make me wonder
What the birds know
Mozza y the vino, prenotato valentino
Acquapanna by the litro,
heart, she gonna help me make a hit
I ain't been alone, I been chilling with my clique
We been outside, and we smoking by the bricks
Shit on Fox Five you
make room, MAKE ROOM, make room)
You can't stop the shining
Yo, don't slip Mike
You don't want to go there is all, trust me
I know your girl wit you,
make room, MAKE ROOM, make room)
You can't stop the shining
Yo, don't slip Mike
You don't want to go there is all, trust me
I know your girl wit you,
makes his sandy
Hair flop over his eyes he looks nice, kind
A strange thought occurs to me
"I wonder if I'm talking
To my future partner?" could he be?
I
So you get mad and try to make me inferior
You pissing me off, I'm in that ass like interior
Oh, step in my Cadillac, let's ride through the hood
scene
Find me in the car 5 deep going highspeed, and we riding in fleets
Beside me is a 5'5 dime piece, her friends wanna fly spend the night with my team
franklyns could make Aretha yell
Where my life gone go next man who know's
I planned this...all my cars designed by Bruno
Pat myself on the back like Koodos
of my bitch
It's not of my nature to make a commitment so let me breathe
What she doesn't understand catch attitudes when I leave her
My other
So don’t wonder why
I walk on by
This life can be so complicated
Want to bring me down
Want to watch and judge
That’s my neighbors
Bun their
how the fuck did I end up in prison?
Fuckin' snitches
They got me crossed by my own side
I found him by his self
No drama, he alone died, nobody
for that)
Brown paper bag (we the best)
Just pulled over in my 7-5
Big bottle on the dash, hope he let me slide
Got 20 in the trunk you can bet me
conversation is me talking at you
How was your day?
Yeah not bad
Got much to do?
Not at all
Alright I'll just go fuck myself
While you sit there and wonder why
town, get it by the muscle
Real street nigga, all I know is hustle
Mind still rollin' (Codeine what I guzzle)
Dogs steady with me, bark and get bit
Couple
I.V.'s beside me Siamese
(Tech!) Huh? (You're not making any sense!)
I might make her wanna swing her Prada
But once I get up on the mic and do my thing
our style
Devil's in me, so fly can get so violent
Bustas silent when I'm on that blow
Enhance my skills that make me trill
Trill enough to kill
got them white folks wonder asking about occupation
I am rapper I don't do nine to five formation
It doesn't matter who came first, how long you will
be blinded by the beam
Yeah, you wanna shine and you tryna get that gleam
I'm too fire I make you scream
This shit too lit, yeah it's supreme
You wanna
hood niggas 'bout to roll them dice out
What's happenin'? Is you gon' let me use your EBT card, yeah
I wonder if I could slide it for commissary, yeah
one dead
Another young life
I got a passion for culture, and Imma' make it clear
Now as a white man you might wonder why I care
But see I got a son
well.
Which only led me to more heartbreak as I though about all the fights
That have been started by two sides and neither one of them was truly wrong
on
And no matter what you fighting for I promise that it'll live on
Like Make America great again
Make it hate again
Make it white
Make everybody fight
to live large and wealthy
From these card that you dealt me
I used to ask ???, but now they ask me
Life passed em up, I wonder will life pass me
Cause
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