Lyrics:
left the city without a trace, i done fucked around and caught another case
In my shoes you cant ketch break fuck the police and fuck the hate
Am i
do
You be up in the club
I be up in the clouds
Oh, don't gotta ask me if I brought enough
'Cause' we don't run out
Blow it by the o, even my fans
up in the clouds
Oh, don't gotta ask me if I burn enough cause' we don't run out
Blow it by the "o", even my fans smoke it
Cause' they throw it at my
of fucking sleep (on my way to a crash)
Being taped off by police (it was a pretty bad crash)
Here it starts to come
The pain's flooding me out
It's my fault
4D
4D
Do not give two fucks about the police
Wear it like cash, I need that dough
I'm kickin' and gettin' it with my bro
Ah shit, here we go
Get out
(shit)
Glad I'm free so I smoke (shit)
Had to be what I wrote (shit)
My tragedy became Quote$ shit
Ducked off in them dark times
My backpack by that park
you knew I was goin' to bust a move (brr)
I'm drippin' mud on my shoes, yeah, I got slatts by the twos
Put Chanel and Jimmy Choos, I don't play by
Cranston
I've been up for nights cramming in
My upward heights are not random
I started out right by a college campus
Tonight, I might smoke cannabis
Nothing
always hear them sirens
Like who the fuck
Is the police force hiring
Freestyling what they already think
Is on my mind
Don't gotta text your bitch
She know
pourin'
My dawg, not even home a month yet, and blaze a girl
In the stomach, he robbin' niggaz who pumpin'
Lil' blood got popped, by the group home cat
My hands to myself
Imma ridah I ain't never ran for no help
Kept that by the belt cause
Niggas will get to creepin
My niggas will grip them heaters
niggas actin up in the hood, send mo' troops
Why should I lie, when I can dramatize?
Niggas fell victim to my lyrics, now traumatized
Simply by spittin
the same,
Moneys to blame, they blinded by fame,
Back in the day, you carried your name,
Gate was locked and the gang tried to hop,
Hip Hop Police in
first SMACK event
You ain't run into me by
Accident before my crash pussy
Swear To God you ain't see me at a concert
Backstage and ask can you have my
so I had to buck him
(I thought he was your man) Yo nigga, FUCK HIM
Police sirens, let's make a move
Criminal smooth, pimp daddy cool
Eyes on my jewels
From the window, I see the police
They want me to rot, in the belly of the beast
You want to cuff me, come and get me
My glock is cocked, it has
The flashback memories, of police when they raid the spot
My daughter staring down the barrel of the police shotty
There ain't no way these people hold me back
feeling better
I could hit yo bitch ass, do that shit in any weather
If I see 12 drive past, I turn on my police scanner
Yes, I really drive fast, bitch, I
my ass
Won't pull over with this bag
Skrrrr Skrrrrr
Middle finger kiss my ass
If I crash then ima dash
Blow my blunt and hit the gas
Dollar 50 for
you bounce from
Blow sellin', dough amounts to no tellin'
There'll be no tellin', snitches get it back
Those gats to your backs for my boy
What part
a walking blessing my confession is I'm well rounded
You can act like you somebody til' you see the ground found it
Police asking questions I'm like wow cus
don't need no help, I know you don't know me
I ball like I'm Kobe, let's spaz and go OT
Get chased by the police, no, I don't like them
Bitch kids, I
is something you'll never know.
We on the other side of the moon...
we smoking my nigga we gettin high the sucker niggas they gettin by
da police they
And a hi hat with a souped up tempo
I'm on a roll and it's time to go solo
Rollin' in my 5.0
With my ragtop down so my hair can blow
The girlies
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