Lyrics:
to the streets
I rip this shit off YouTube I ran off with the beat
I'll smoke a nigga pillow talking he'll die in his sleep
Give your bitch TLC in the sheets when
a lot of people changing right before my eyes
Tell me that you got me, but I know it's all lies
So, when it goes down there ain't not tears in my eyes
I
listen anymore to the nasty voices inside your head
When you first fall in love
You never see the rough side of the girl's eyes
You just see her nice eyes
just a Raven in this weather
Plant more seeds in front of me God
When my eyes close I want to be chosen
Not driven by money and fame
When I drive by
And I see the look in your eyes
Your walking by
Girl, your too fly
Let me show you a different life
Let's take a flight
I promise you, we'll be alright
get made, tryin' to get that paper
Me and my neighbors, we shinin' like lightsabers
Ain't handin' out no favors, we lucky to be alive
Smoke somethin'
a Navy SEAL to get me, when I surface
If not chips to Benz is the purpose
On your team I'll pull the curtain, a beautiful hurtin
'Til my eyes see
swerving, Kyrie Irving
Slightly turning
Tyre swirling
Style, a whirlwind
Search the isles
My kind so versatile
Haven't got deep on a verse
In a while
I hide
life is a house and a 2 door
And go international, no stops on a G4
My lungs are getting darker by each cigarette smoke
People say id die before i reach
at your mind to get you believe that
I love to kill, I love the thrill
And I love to put a nigga body parts in the field, nigga
No no, come, come
the way to write a song
It's when you get to microphones the music can go wrong
You can't see the audience with spotlights in your eyes
Your feet
chicken
Get your whole roadmap Pac Man'd
Black mask snack on whatever's
In the dash cam
It's not an ad, hashtag, or a tap dance
Patsy, the revolution will
the nigga stuck down the raw
Bust friends, back in the prison, foundin' rock to the troup
Here I smoke and tryin' to hide it but was played by the rule
You got food, good moods, and what's better than together with your people
When wishers give a toast by the tree, it's Merry Christmas
Santa Claus
heart and
I can see it in your eyes
You still want it
So don't forget about us
I'm just speaking from experience
Nothing can compare to your first
like quitting, but dear God please help make me an exception
And no don't get me wrong, I ain't got nothing against your smoke
It's just lately when I
blown
So ima smoke until my eyes low,
It's just enough to make your heart cold,
It's fine tho, cuz I know
They love it when you get your shine on,
You
a king collect jewels to bless them get schooled in sessions
Kiss the ring
Bad karma we all choose
Feel the warmth that your heart lose
When you're all
Bless your hearts
You had plans didn’t you
Saw her with me
Thought that you could be her man didn’t you
We don’t expand issues
Just disband venues
I can't breathe, my heart's on fire
But you make me feel life's just fine
Even when I'm looking in the mirror
And I feel like I can't get by
I
Watching
Smoke Rise just like old times with you
I still get that smoke in my eyes
Watching
Smoke Rise just like old times with you
I still get that
don't look the same
Cus they're black as your eyes and the smoke is disguising
Scarlet streaks like a blade through everything we made
And down to ground
the in-between
You brought Heaven to my heart, yeah, yeah
Oh, when the storm's out on the ocean
(And the violent wind gets to blowing)
And the violent wind
'bout this one, and we still young, you know
I'm breathin' fire in your cup
It's not my fault if your hearts grown cold
It's not my fault if your hearts
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