Lyrics:
Young kid'll live by goldie advice's
Pimp hoe's that come across so righteous
F*** though, promote on the Rolley ices
Yo, that's why my jewelery
live they shits pop
Hey, hey, tick tock, this is for my hoes
Make your hips rock
Light a L, baby, let the Crys' pop
Get your tick tock from this hip
fire in my heart and you along beside me
We'll burn down all the schools
That taught us there's nothing better than
To live by all the rules
Made
a little safer
I'm watching all of the nights go blue
Somebody lend me a favor soon
Woke up in the corner store, someone saying my name
Everybody
Mango Money
Always stepping in luck
Knife a politician, make a million bucks
When your mama is sick and your daddy left to live the dream
Born in a house
I'm convinced I'm still alone for a reason
Like growing old with somebody is just too much to believe in
It's no coincidence I'm not making plans for
the gray October fall
Dim thoughts of the future
Pull the shades back on the past
Spark my will to be inspired
By the time that went so fast
I have
up with macking skills
Now she gottem where he lives
He don't know the true deal
Blue Pill his life sealed
Poisoned him he laying still
She didn't
There's nothin' we do but ride on top of an elevator
Say the clubs, I can't get a job
Mouth to feed, somebody's gettin' robbed
I ain't worked, but I
Snowgoons
I call CB up the Porsche is so blue
When I hunted in the streets
Screaming "Polizei Fuck you"
Shyster, some are real good but I'm nicer
I'm really
at a map and seeing choices
Pinks and blues and greens
Somebody punch me i'm dreaming
Kid kick me i must be leaving
Head should be spinning, heart grieving
I'm sorry for your loss
It's somebody dead in the car and it's probably one of yours
The writing all across the window in the walls
Whether it was
smashing like that
On the real deal
Live from the Apricot Hill
I'm in hot pursuit being pursued by
Shit that's way to cute
Slipping out my lane
up and stop lettin the devil tempt me
Usin materialism to jealousy to pimp me
Live by the gun, die by the gun, to put it simply it's gettin shady
screenplay Diallo or G. Floyd, we monsters, labeled, affirmation “I'm a king” to feel able, so many brothers by design grow & be an cbel, boys in blue follow
inside
On your finger
I always see a shining ring
Everytime I capture the sight
it makes me blue
There's a different life
you live in with somebody
I don't
be okay with knowing you'll give it to somebody
Else some day
cnd if I can get by with only seeing you in my dreams
Oh I - - - Can do anything
I can
clubs, filthy whores
Somebody daughter getting ten singles to drop her drawers
Crack fiends buy new tv for twenty beans
Niggas trynna get money, police
at all time
So I tote my strap in the hood and all time
But respect ain't just something that?s understood in our time
Especially by our kind man I hate it
at all time
So I tote my strap in the hood and all time
But respect ain't just something that?s understood in our time
Especially by our kind man I hate it
at all time
So I tote my strap in the hood and all time
But respect ain't just something that?s understood in our time
Especially by our kind man I hate it
Hall (got it all in Wall)
In Wall Hall
We got it all in Wall
Started in Wall
Bryden live with me that boy got it all
Then I met Day walking by in
since I was 5'8
5'6 to 5'2 the 40 divide you
According to Sky Blue
Now he repping that Piru shorty is Pi too
He don't want it with my crew
You ain't' got
gettin' by"
Now, homies startin' they clutch on each other, it's gettin' live
Now, homies ain't even trustin' each other, I swear to God
Black and jewels
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