Lyrics:
fit walkin’ outside got
A stick to match
Drag a bitch outta my house
You can find her where them extensions at
Big Plug nigga hit the work
Off like
of the great Ali
I'm a Meek Mill with a little
Bit of Game in me
I'm Drake mixed with Kanye, the game in me
I'm an Akon, mix it in with some Nate Dogg
I'm
My voice is fucked so much work but
When I heard this, I
I had to get certain tings
Off my chest and whatnot, you feel me?
Real friends
Some niggas
I don't wanna hang out if it don't benefit
FRG spent the block, one time, now we gon' spend again
Sooner or later, I'ma get paid for this killin'
play like that thing that Drake say
It's a fairy tale, the difference is I know I don't like it
So here we go again
With the same damn shit, you could
again. I heard that
I get your ass
Born sinner. Ha-ha. Your mama should've swallowed ya
Because you was a born loser. Because you got Lucifer for approval
Hey little girl, playing in the street
Baking as an apple, no shoes on your feet
I think I can remember you
You look a whole lot better off than you
I'm a free man on the streets again
Chasin St.Ide's down with some Seagrams Gin
Life is like a dice game and I'm in to win
On the scene from the 41st
again I prove that
Any radio show, any DVD, any stage show man
Put me up against gimmicks
Sound effects or skippy flow man
Don’t think that you’re cold
fucking with my pride
Your worst enemy could be right by ya side
Ima show you what I really got in mind
Girl I'm tryna save you
Not tryna play you
Tryna
back tryna hold me back
But I'm too inside too inside
Need you here lay in my bed by my side (I'm inside)
Oh I'm too inside babe
Take off your glasses
Just when I had you off my head
You voice comes thrashing wildly through my quiet bed
You say you wanna try again
But I tried everything but giving
number one
When you're around I have a lot of fun
Check me now
Like the time we went to six flags
Boostin', tearin' off tags
And sticking souvenirs
Said, "Go and find me someone else"
But I keep saying you're going to come back
So I keep living all by myself
Oh, I keep putting off getting over you
on, girl
Feelin' ten feet tall
I'd ride off into the sunset out west
Never let your memory ever tie me down
If I was a cowboy
I'd be over you by
I practice seven spiritual laws and cut off distractions
We been all in the Hollywood Hills, and never been acting
Detroit gave me an accent
functions well off spite
I don't do that tit for tat, I blow your shit up like dynamite
Take my life, I'll take every one of y'all
Have your kids thrown out
my arms, tell me how we aren't cool
Instead, you went to Twitter, Shade Room, to focus on your views
You was the quickest one to take me off records
Can't go off no rumors, steady lyin' on me
See my body on your body, yes, I got it, babe
See I'm high off my Biscotti, I'm tryna get high again
See
Once again in this sheets, sheets of heartfelt shame
By the way feeling lonely and I’m lost in this game
I know it’s wrong to let me go deep in that
me (Kiss) goodnight.
By evening I felt normal, so we went out again.
You said, "Goodnight," and kissed me.
I hurried home and then,
I climbed
be slippin' them aces down there
Er, in between your knees
And don't be makin' all them funny signs
Like you tryin' to tip off your hand
Just talk
being burned
The hook gon' be
What it is, the hands off
The retribution for what you took from the man got
Blood on the rust
God bless the red
3 AM,
Honey where've you been?
Cell turned off I waited here
By the phone again
Just like last night
Think I can
Sort of understand
What
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