Lyrics:
Slide with a four-o Glock
Talking all that talk so his ass got shot down
He ain't know we was gon' pop out
Now his ass talking 'bout, "Calm down"
Oh,
into the deep depths of the stress
Caused by the mess, I guess lust really has its effects
When you fall to it
I have an inkling that this track is
Meet Mr Micheal wreck a mic
For short
Spitting words out
Rhyme writing at the break of day
Until the birds out
First out the gates
Steady pace I
Out the gate
Know we Down
With the Licks
Pull up front door
Action with sticks
Nigga Push it
Push it
Push it
Nigga keep it pushin
Straight drop in
the real vibes
And did it all wit my tribe
Still here like Nowitzki dawgo it's no surprise
I stood by the guys
These three's forever fly
Promise that
Anyway, I be ridin down West Tennessee in my wagon
Late night therapy, I imagine
That I was riding in somethin that I could brag in
Dime by my side, she
give in
I will stay by your side never fold
Never bend
Through the night hold you down
Hold your body rub ya skin
Day time come around
Girl you left me
back
Scott texted me to say he'd have a look at the TV for me
But I laid it down telling him to fuck right off chap
Phoned this company out the yellow
you getting smacked down
Catch me in school up in the back, I was the class clown
Can't fall out 'bout no slut
Bitches falling by the way side
'Vinci
holdin’ it down !..(Ayeee!)/
I prayed for better days !.. (& what?)
I just been switchin’ my style !.. (Yea!/Word!),
Had to get back in my bag !.. (Uh
stacks
Sixty M's later and three hunnid tax
Still losing weight with the south on my back, nigga
I pray you play by the rules
I came so close
girl because she said she dont work out
And I'm getting those bands I don't need clout
Not shaking your hand you out of bounds
And I'm working every day
Got a hideout
Day in day out
Mistakes I made
Can't take em back
Lost track
Now where you at
Mistakes I made
Can't take em back
Lost track
Now where
me get the fuck out my way
Why I'm gon care what nigga gon say
At the end of the day smoking blunts to the face
At the end of the day they still gon
I've been running out of time
Yeah I'm on a sinking boat
I got demons in my mind
And they won't leave me alone
I just wanna shine
Yeah I'm focused
a track meet)
A little class she not trashy
(Class not trashy)
Hit it twice before it passed 3 am
(3 am)
Give it up not yet
Live it up on ten
(She don't
was when mad was tall and phat was cold
The days of Old Chicago and Fun Town
As shorties we run 'round, play strike outs till sun down
But the shit
Finna lock in, Get it back down
We done dropped like 4 or 5 songs get the track down (Bitch)
Yeah cause when I drop nigga, I'm probably gonna light
rope no where to go
And you gave me
No where to go (and you saved me)
I was down and out 2
I was doing drugs 2
I was running the streets 2
Never
and the things I do
It was meant to be
I was made for you
Open the door to my heart, it's stopped
And I'm shocked....
[CHORUS:]
[3:]
Surrounded by
1, 2, 3, to the 4
Romey McFly in the 9 5 1, though
You can feel me if I drive by once
And they can shade me, but I'm slighted by none, hoe
Yeah!
when ya see me
I be Rollin
Especially when the temp get lower
We ain't really goin out the door
Not until it's butterfly doors
Hook*
Fam we ain't fam.
once
Strike! But twice!
Get out your money, peel a slab
Roll some notes an' hail a cab
Drive in church drive in back
Drive down Seventh in a tank
once...
Strike! But twice!
Get out your money - peel a slab
Roll some notes an' hail a cab
Drive in church drive in back
Drive down Seventh in a tank
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