Lyrics:
hurt and jerk
Smokin' on the blunt
Burnin' down, crippin' ain't easy yo hysteria
Watch slow, here I go, Slobs yellin': HIT THE FLOOR!
But it's too late
and blow trial
You catch cal when you browse through my X-files
Who be next now?
Man's down, hands down
Hold ground by yo side when it go down
I dedicate
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not
on her tryna let her know it'll
Be okay then the horn blew she rose up
Wiped the make up from around her
Eye and hit the door y'all
Outside was a drunk
John 3:16
For God so loved the world that he gave his only begotten Son
That who so ever believes in him shall not perish but have ever lasting
three’s, like I’m Steph Curry
In the Lamb, in a hurry
Fuck on your bitch while she
Sniff that perc’ I’m slurping
I might hit that ass again, that bitch curvy
a station
Then it's no comment, no comment, no comment
They can keep me to the sunrise
From littering to gun crime
The code that I live by I die by
Man you
soul
is straight up gettin' beat
by the Soul Eater
I did that just to keep from you what I like best
a handprint on your chest
and skin and bone is all
what?
[Repeat 4x]
[Verse 1: Low-G]
I rolla from Houston to Minnesota
I got a chola
Wit coca cola en la cola
I thought you know ha
Comin straight from
not
Fuck what I got, let’s talk what I’m getting’ your man on a mission.
Talk about money you feel like I’m dissin’
Live by the grind like it’s part
at the Holiday Inn
If you ain't got no one (nobody), then go have some fun by yourself
But whatever you do, don't let the door knob hit you on the way out
Or is it just another fucking hood?
I'm having talks with my nigga Little
G from down the street
And the nigga been dead for three weeks
I'm going crazy,
in the trap house
Run up on a nigga wit the strap out
Twenty three hunnit for the half pound
Shoot a nigga in the face make him back down
Sc and quinby
me the key"
I was pulling up the door but Jason's bigger than me
Literally, I remember viscerally
Jason pulling from behind me now he's gripping
resorts to jargon
Scribbled like a suicide note
Like I'll stop
I show the beauty by a profile shot
Freeze, don't fret for the truth
Cause I'll pray till I
Ben looks, across at, the girl that, lives next door
He's a hedge pig, delicious, he knows that, she wants him more
Than Matthew and Peter, the tree
Hit the block and my windows down,
Swag turned up do you hear me now,
UGK in my background,
Riding dirty playing right now,
45 south and I'm Houston
shit, do no drive by
Top five, dead or alive-live
Free Skeet (yeah), niggas bang but they don't slang
I'm yellin', "Free Meech"
Dive in her, knee
Yeah, What (repeat 7x)
Lil' Flip, David Banner, Three Six Mafia
Houston Texas, Mississippi, Memphis Tenn. what?
[Lil' Flip]
They told me I
Yeah, What (repeat 7x)
Lil' Flip, David Banner, Three Six Mafia
Houston Texas, Mississippi, Memphis Tenn. what?
[Lil' Flip]
They told me I
of dropped out
Tryna live my best life
Baddy she from uptown
Catch me on that main stage
I just come and shutdown
Then I mix that drink with the drink
Fuck the law and fuck a cop
Middle finger to the system
They whisper my accomplishments
But yellin out my flaws
Talkin bout sum old shit
Boy thats
Finally got up enough courage
To stand up
Felt a lot of hope and dreams
Doors slam shut
When a world that I’m livin in
Seems to give a f***
When
fold from numerous feelings I felt, layin' there lonely
Watchin' my homie scream for help, I hear a doctor
Yellin' directions to the meds, cut open my
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