Lyrics:
intercepting tight dresses
After modeling sessions and parties thrown by Essence
I'd stay up and plan how to make bad impressions
And front like I knew some
Just the other day, I was pissin' out some toxins
When the cops rolled by
I gotta take it on the block again
Sendin' letters included
As a child offender
brain section.
Joy for the frowning to keep'em from downing, drowning
Feeling protection of angelic surrounding.
The feeling getting marked by god is so
a tough ride but we'll get by this time
Nothing happens unless you make it
We've had a taste now we're not waiting
Mind set to go
You can do anything
Mind
know its hard out here,
By yourself on your own
Take your time babygirl dont you rush to be grown
As long as im around you got a place called home
You
always back up my section
My day ones got my back cuz
Ill never need no protection
Search n destroy
But they dont know me
We know them boys that flipping
There's five lanes, five bad brothers
Gonna migrate on your highway
Runners of gaming, at nine AM to the pavement
I'm on the new town by noon
The road is
seen 50 grand, you never seen 50 bands
By the time you get your food its been through like 50 hands
I stay with the Yayo like 50's man
I wanna get my
drive-by, we gon' park the car (park the car)
Chopper with the silencer gon' make a song
Been leavin' dead bodies all through the town
you can ask
language
I had to reply, ply
No objections to this affection
Even the stars agree
In a perfect formation
Mesmerized by the scent of your skin
Sent me
might lie but I'm a player by nature
Work a ho quick for the paper
So haters feel the vapors, yeah take a hit from the bomb
(Chronic) I brought a whole
bitches shouldn't be in my section, tryna sneak a post
Never forget I was young and reckless, I still keep it close
I lost my homies at the moment feel like
ain't mad, that most of them envy
Though my crib so big, steal in their head rent-free
That's by the side, I made a hundred mil' last year
That's wild
d'équipe, j'ai pas de section (non, non, non, non)
J'ai juste une armée surarmée
Les plus bonnes se font charmer, ouais, ouais
Nous n'avons pas vraiment de
the holy ghost, baby, I'm a street preacher
And bitch, I got a family, ain't no deals on none of my features
But I made a K by myself, so I cake in
and the babes and the blunts
Still in the club, ten men in my section
Jack's come we don't answer a question
Rah, grrr fuck off
Clean sweep the cash, you
the corner shop
The after school, the girls we got
Way way back in the nosebleed section
I'm so young so dumb so reckless
I got bars like antidepressant
that gyal on the line?
What's that shine on your wrist?
Manaman ain't got time
Get a brick at six
Fuck around, have it gone by nine
That batty move
hoes all complexion, come party in my section
We stay breakin' laws, so we might get arrested
Where it's at on the late night, I wanna hit a steakhouse
and rivals labelled as a dreamer
Stroll as the world rolls by you in a beamer
Now empathize if you know how it feels
Riding home on the same two wheels
I
us back
Armed with intention
Unified expression
Together we're stepping forward
Collective in vision uplifting
Side by side allied not
I'm at the Goodwill, you can find me in the uptons
I'm not stuck, I'm searchin' in that section
Your grammy, your aunty, your momma, your mammy
I'll
sucker searchin' in that section (Uptons)
Your grammy, your aunty, your momma, your mammy
I'll take those flannel zebra jammies, second-hand, I rock that
handgun for protection
Lessons I learned, Be clear don't be guessing
Get guide and have to deal with the L in your section
We grow weed over here, nigga
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