Lyrics:
focused
On my grind
Know the opps
Wanna see me
Begging for
What's mine
Or just
Six feet under
What works great
For the time
They'll never see it
Ever turn
bag if you want it
Baby girl just say the word
Take my hand if we dance
Then I'm gon hold you by your curves
The night still young
We can get a little
write the good rhymes
The whole scenery reminded me of good times
I don't like to feel that I'm put in a rut
By a young nigga that needs to pull his
for wisdom
about things half baked inside our tiny minds
and smooth young brains
Hurricane Weather
i always end up paraphrasing
You ask what i
On a cold hard slab
When I was still a young man
In NW3
Now I'm spent of love and rage
And I'm going home again
Never did nobody wrong
Never earned
bare baby feet
All he said was "Folks, my name is Outlaw Pete."
I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
At twenty-five a mustang pony
my old heart fears?
Missed time, chances, lost years
That means I'm taking aim at a young man's game tonight
One more chance to leave a mark
Bad vibes in the ends I don't really care what they say about me
Too high this aint lemz lemme get the first letter of my name times 3
Don't watch
Gave her the pink molly told that bitch, "Yeah, this curvy" (molly)
I might just fuck her three times and then I'ma curve it(smash, smash)
Oh, my God,
on y'all haters
Flex on the devil one time
Uh yeah uh
No secrets illuminati
Me and Christ gonna kick it like we do karate
Times get heavy only you can spot
I grew up in North Alabama, back in the 1970's,
When dinosaurs still roamed the earth Speaking
Of course of the Three Great Alabama Icons
George
and Young Tre with me
Spent my first advance at Lenox haven't been back in a minute (Gangsta)
Do y'all remember
When I told you I found this kid from
what it's like to be young?
Fun! (x3)
Fun! (x3)
Fun! Young! Fun!
I'm a little bit scary, but I'm fun,
Just a little scary, but so much fun,
worry baby)
Meet me at the southside
Get you home by midnight
Make sure that your daddy just don't know (daddy just don't know)
I'll put you in
You just here talking shit
Asher! you owe me a rhyme i owe you a rhyme
The last time we talked
Alright turn it up a little turn it up
Yo Cudi, you
the lean and advills
Niggas done made three albums
Bout the fabrics they be wearing
The humand mind is a sponge
Be careful how you rinse it
One day you
Thought I’d change my name but I don’t have ta
Come and vibe wit me complete this captcha
If you a robot it’ll fucking catch ya
Is it an e is it a 3 that’s
It's time to scream so loud
We don't have time to fight
Surrounded by neon lights
We're jumping and hit the ground
You feel it, don't give a cheat
Look
over my blue IKEA chair
Mica greets me every time he sees me
Good morning Daria
(One, two, three)
The first chance I got I invited them over (I said)
like I'm Duke Deuce
Young buck nigga stepping hard with Converse on my feet
Your music sound like gentrification you can't converse with me
I'm counting
homes
Another story such as this I should say
Been a long time since I've prayed
Its not easy to be alone
To pack your bags and leave a broken home
Three
all of the time (All of the time)
Skating like tony I stay on the grind (Sk)
Sir Edmond Hillary we on a climb
Searching like Dora we tryna find
alright.
Cause I'll be spittin' this game to you all damn night.
When I was 3 years old,
Straight pimp game I was told.
My daddy sent me to pimp
right now a young nigga be smoking in peace
I don't got time to be stressing about people who talk about me
Girl you so funny whatever they tell you you
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