Lyrics:
So Fine Featuring J. Rob, Isaiah Sharkey & Eric Gales
Written by: Bobby Ray Sparks II & Antoine Smith
BOBBY SPARKS MUSIC (BMI), ANTOINE SMITH
MIXED
a god, let me be strong
I'ma vote for you
Oh, I'ma vote for you
I came from the sticks, we called it the crick
Surrounded by rednecks, I still wanted
prison quinton or rikers
Quick to three, strike us they don't like us
Plant and I pivot with my life and I live it righteous
You got some small papers you
Thrilling for a sport building fortresses of cardboard
Bait mazers straight razors shape the horror door
Duct tape the shutters shut walking down
a drunk and not give a fuck
I do a drive-by in my grandmas truck
A G daddy left me at the age of three
Now every South Side crack-head pagin' me
Chill
(Woop woop)
It’s the police, freeze
Please get down your knees
Nigga
All that I see on the screen
Violence and brutality
It’s world war 3 in these
Still spit flame and flem
Reside by the side of the road
No likkle man steps
No we don't act like them
Said no we don't act like them
I was raised in LE3
the head to the feet
Going out sorry that could never be me
Fall down down twice and I stand up 3
Flight to Chicago when I gotta get right
Tequila
you turn off (turn off)
You act aggravated and you burn off (burn off)
I'm from Houston and I get hyped (real hype)
Freak a lotta girls cause I'm
high for three days
You can tell by the way I walk I ain't from 'round hurr
Probably couldn't tell 'cause I ain't walkin' nowhere
I got a old-school
navy, two hundred zero ad
Still live shit, spit to divide cliques on some wise guy shit
Same chick from the ?, pretty eyes lips, thighs hips everything
Clout chasing gangsters, don't live dangerous
They talk about the streets but they don't know danger
Always speaking on beef, they just know about
a Nantucket
Then go get a jar from Branson
And make sure I leave my mother the money to take care of grandson
Load the three power, hop in the Eddie Bauer
from all communication, our closure was next to none
That was just me being dumb
Deep down I wasn't either
But I'm so damn stubborn, my stupid pride had
Hop out the coupe
No keys for the foreign
Got three or four cars
I keep out in Houston
No need for a mortgage
I flat out just bought it
Nobody can
det va' nåt?
Det tror do va?
Take a chance on me
(instrumental)
Nu gå den långsammare än förut.
Nej. 1-2-3-4.
Det
numbers
I changed my life wit the quickest, for real and laid down the D
I ain't sellin' no mo' but you can still catch me in the hood
I'm from
?
Why can't time just pass me by
Hope you can hear my cry up in heaven, oh my
Accomplishments go down the drain when I see the powder rain
Made me forget
a voice from the
Sky like "is this what you want?"
Roll the window
Down so I can feel a breeze
Let the Moon shine
On me as I'm hitting trees
The bouncer
And shit go really get to cracking if he bring 3 with 'em and if a nigga playing crazy that's how we leaving him
Jbaby keep them fuck nigga from round
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
niggas the runner up
Hustlin' in the winter time
Try and sew the summer up i'm down by law
But I'm yellin three the hard way
It's twenty niggas
you were a character. In that picture. And someone explained to you. The three dimensional world that you live in. As a two dimensional creature. It
Uh huh uh huh
It's three McDaniel ye-ye-ye yeah
You always coolin' by yourself
Hidin' feelings like they stealth
Laughin' with ya single friends
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