Lyrics:
to short so I do what I do (Huh)
Can’t trust shit so I move how I move
You focused on me then come walk in my shoes
I live a double life like Spider Man 2
Shade's on
Get fresh, get nice
Set me up just right roll the dice
Ride rough ride tight
Spread eagle on me all night
This slim fitted city is all broken
My
the Remy we were doing the thing
[Chorus: x2]
Now I don't know about chu
But I would like to get wit two (ah)
Nice honeys while I'm chillin' by
Finessing these hoes they say I'm pimpin
Got sauce on me nigga they say that I'm dripping
Got red on my shoes like I'm walking on blood
Keep
it x8
I don't trip, I tie my shoes
sleep in my cleats, ready to move
givin receipts , I paid my dues
every failure is a lesson that way I could never
by
Tears in my eyes yo the anger makes me cry
Uchiha burning rage take my shit and you die
I dont give fuck about your reasons or the why
Bitch i use
and foreign money too
Salute my dukes, reason I ain't a fool
P's n Q's smoking out the roof
Blues and clues gotta figure out the rules to real life
Stacking
outdated outrageous
Now all I see is blank faces
In school I wasn't on my P's and Q's so now my I's and T's don't need debating
Treezy T make it easy squeeze
know what he thinking real devious
Started trappin I got on my q's and p's
Went from oz's to qt's to whole things
And you know its a fee for delivery
design
I like nice clothes... I like ladies with drive
With multiple degrees pushin’ their own X5s
I’m selfish in my own ways... being bougie pays
I only
Aye, I keep a stick when I flew by
Bullets is flying to Dubai
Got a shawty and she say I'm too fye
I be running the block with my kunai's
Better
[Kool Keith]
I got skill you're on my tip now back off
Slack off let me do this and y'all turn the wack off
The radio stereo here we go
Like where’s my shot,
Where’s my f’ing second chance,
I didn’t even get the first, but I ain’t gone trip about it man,
Put on my shoes, but even then
to the unworthy
A young G with Q-T and black shirty
I've been nice since lee pin stripes and British knights
Fore' building razor tag and sword fights
Niggas
1, 2, 3, 4 to the 5'10
Light brown eyes, bet you they rewind when
I walk by, squawk by, high five them
Get real awkward turtle if they give
with the broom
I'm on the O-P-P block, shots and a Q
I was broke, nobody tried buss me a Q
I put faith in my trap, no trust into you
Put faith in
getting ready to leave
When somebody grabbed old Jim by the sleeve
And this good looking girl was asking my buddy to dance
I said Jim don't do it
getting ready to leave
When somebody grabbed old Jim by the sleeve
And this good looking girl was asking my buddy to dance
I said Jim don't do it
all that's a skydive
Go get your own
Nigga you ain't taking my pie
I need a home
Beverly Hills it's a nice sight
Don't go off the dome, too much to talk
can read
And keep my peace, but this book teaches me to believe everything I see
Virgin by a king, obsessed with a man that made me weak
Now I'm
your knot, trying to get what you got
When the rain and the pain gon' stop
Standing on the porch early, no shoes, selling blow in my socks
And I was
the Remy we were doing the thing
[Chorus: x2]
Now I don't know about chu
But I would like to get wit two (ah)
Nice honeys while I'm chillin' by
shoes and run
I don't wake up till it's night yeah
Drinkin' till the lights here
Singing all these nice chants
I just wanna
Take you through the night
partner gone throw em a Crumb
But It's the Bnk you can't swipe finesse proof I'm the truth and the light
Stacking blues in my shoes til I'm sick with
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