Lyrics:
tote Gen4s
Play, he get stepped on in Rick Owens (think I'm playin'?)
I got that shit on, man, I got blood on my laces
Forgot I'm rich and famous
lean in the cut
Listen, this 30-yard-6 when you're out of that window
Tires in the mud (uh-huh)
Got the soul of an old man, I can feel the love
So
Watched my homeboy die, day by day body tired
Remember, I finally accounted before he expired
They tell me there's a peaceful place, I want to see it
uncle died of an illness alchy related then he stole it back from me
And now he up in heaven like neph, you owe it back to me
I was taught that too much
through so I put it on you
Take a shot on me
Bets on you but the odds on me
Playin like a queen cause you know I got the king watch the flop get spread like
place is blessed by your visit.
Bless you, My boy.
I am really happy with your behavior.
Now tell me, What do you want?
Great sage, have you heard
on the other side
But I pray the Lord forgives me, gives me one more try
Gang poppin' things, doing drive-by's and angers
Kids going to school putting fears
Talking about money (mmm)
It keep me running
I used to be hungry
Now I be stunting
Sipping on Bubbli (yeah)
It got me up man
Just drowning in bubbles
What ?!
I’m buying the by the brick (2 Paints)
In the trap where I’m doing my shift (All Day)
Pull up get a bag and dip (Dip Dip)
If I make em mad
my soul and a voice in my head
It's saying go, go, go! I can sleep when I'm dead
There's a sonic revelation bringing me to my knees
And there's
Gon' take a lil' while to get used to me
It gon' take a lil' while, hmm
Just dropped deuce of Wock' in the can of pop
Bumped into a bitch that I
six in cell by myself
I didn't pick up the phone about no help
When I came home I got back with it
I ain't trippin up over my old self
On my mama
big enough, I'm sick enough to get committed,
Where he's been I ain't been, allowed to visit, and I miss him.
They put me in a submission hold, got him
the last laugh
Bet you that my funerals packed
And the tune you all blast is my crew's shit
New shit or old it don't matter
Bold I get swole in the zone
just thinking 'bout my life, they robbed me
Feels like everyday, I'm falling, but I remember what mama taught me
Because I've been a one man army, just
and nasty
A blind man couldn't miss
Creole sister, man you can't resist her
When she's soft against your lips
Voodoo kiss, kiss me on the lips
Can Heaven be
running around
Mama thought I never would settle down
That was before I met sweet Irma Jean
She made a new man outta me
We got pink flamingos in
I stay strapped in
Deal with the jealousy, bullshit, tryin to rush the stage
While I'm kickin a rhyme that's gonna get me paid
I got niggas who got
yo
I just salute real niggas when I pass through
Niggas is very hungry for that bank robbery
Bury money, trying to get to a Benz from a Hyundai
ain't easy to be seen
When you see me ride by, they can see the gleam
And my shine on the deck and the TV screen
And I'm ridin' with a new chick, she
a strong way
But I've been driven by attraction
Your body is bangin'
Baby I love it when you flaunt it
Time to give it to daddy
Now tell me how you want it
and chairs,
Put a full-nelson on me, and grabbed my hair,
And when he threw me to the floor, I was starting to get concerned.
Then came a birrage of judo
This not what we've pictured, this is heaven for me
Exes want that old thang. Relive every moment
Took the game by the steering wheel, drop it like I
hot shit
I got a glock, I'm shootin shots, you know that them shots hit
Eyes on me like Pac did, so know when to watch it
I'm riding high, you riding
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