Lyrics:
all black, crying over my box
Sharp pain in her breast Barely talkin' hair greyin over stress
My lil boy front row with his tux on, too young to Show
it up
Accountant, I count it up
Cha Ching
I been tested I been flexin
But the boy ain't affected
By the haters
Catch me later
Cuz now the girls cater
send a click to get at ya
Just to show you boys, I don't bring the noise
I'm more like a silencer
Keep a real solid crew, right behind ya
Sometimes you
love with it quick
Started writing' some really bad rhymes
That I thought were really, really clever with my friends
Quincy Brown, Scott Brown, AJ
I'm in a laz-why-boy bakin'
I see the crack heads tryna' reach the porch
But the wind sweep 'em off before they get to the door
They only 90 pounds,
cash
My people ride or die no gas
For the right price know some bad guys who could drive by your mans
Night night no lullaby yeah I'm talking about
My mind is only on the mission
To make it
The rest in the back
Just Keep waitin
Be patient
Yeah you tell em right kilo
Tell em how it is
It's
bitches bad, but, baby, you the worst
Told me she ain't got no night clothes, I said, "Just put on my shirt"
She got that water like a ocean, and I'm
I'm a bad boy
And you've no future with me
So we can only get together
By meeting secretly
Meet me at midnight, Mary, same place we always go
When Netflix was cableTV
We got our news from magazines
Boy, Y2K was a bad idea, yeah!
Now I'm defined
By my screen time
It's a real crime, yeah
I
only talk about the bad
They'll drink or say whatever it takes to keep from getting sad
[Chorus]
And on my mother's doorstep lies a single red rose
like prodigy an a havoc slidin down in a A6 an I own that
Hollow tips a rearrange you niggas if you take that
This not diddy but this bad boy gotta ar
should be rich by 18
Everybody with me strapped
You gon get targeted with eight beams
(All my boys)
New season Gucci sneakers cost me 8 fleas
Unc can't
is gone
Real top boy in dis ting
So it's only right that we scream 3Jamie
Dushane done a bad brudda ting
Cause if the trap doesn't work Betta go do
Slide across town
gon make a Mov, Movie
From her bitties to her knee's
The thickest chick I ever seen
Breeze by her like the wind blow
cuz she
bad, nigga, Sherman Klump
Oh God, is you Miss Purrty?
My bitch a pharm tech at CVS, she got the scripts twerking
We got a code name for the bricks,
Hook:]
I always knew the sky’s the limit…
I got that 20/20 vision…
If you ain’t with me mind your business…
Aye can’t you see I’m busy winning…
skating on these boards
Like a game of spades, catch me never going board
I ain't playing with you boys but I will keep the toy
Right by my side just in
buy me a home
Sittin crispy being in a tank by a jet ski
Why you don't like me
'cause I get down like the Isley's
A true ghetto star satisfying your
No place on earth I'd rather be
Caught up in our chemistry
Mesmerized by everything we do
From moment one you stole my heart
I was yours to take
the AK
But I like the MAC-11 by far
I'm from the trenches
I done pulled strings like a goddamn guitar
Pour my cup up, pour my cup up
I been cuttin' up,
need aces
Only fuck bad bitches, they were with us
They basic
On my elegant shit, I say I need more green
Spelt this bitch, niggas stunt, going hard
That
women always super bad around me
You would think i'm wifi the way they asking about me
You would think i'm Velcro they get attached around me
Anxiety
That's bad news for you
To be honest no once cares by the way
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