Lyrics:
bout taking her home
Got an ass it ping and it pong, if it's wet I won't be in for long
She walk in the crib in a thong, she topping me playing my songs
And we can go hit for hit , we can go half for half
Ran off from the jakes and hitting his face
Some bullets got hit with the MAC
SRT , I ain't talking
comes the Hate, followed by the Love but it's late (Late)
Money was the aim (Aim), tryna get this money in the rain (Rain)
Tunnel Vision money make it
And dummy Anbesol shake
Now you got a rhyme tummy ache by mistake
Can't call it, can't call Jake
Call cannonball face
Dig tapes and stay in great shape
the waters you give
Come and nourish our souls, we need your gift to live
I sit by the window pane
Waiting for the wind to rain
When will it fall down
you even if he dropped a bomb in this
You still gon' be found in a ditch
My name should be Robin Banks the way I be robbin' banks
I'm a fiend for
Poppin' Giuseppe tags like it's American Apparel
20,000 up in Barneys, haters'll never harm me
Rick Owens on me, bombers for my whole army
Andale,
Halloween
We need a Halloween song
Phenom on the track
DPM app
I know you like this content (Ok)
Spare me your non-sense
All up in my comments
Jake found
Drive right there by the Sears Tower ya know
She said to me Ive been doin you wrong
Its just more of the same old song
Now Im lookin for someone new
Now
Call that shit a eye for a eye, my nigga, by any means (sheesh)
Had extended clips before skinny jeans (yeah)
Now bow and arrows at cop cars with
no surprise for me and Jake One
Yeah, and our campaign will be a great one
Landslide, wasn't no surprise for me and Jake One
Let that shit go
Bobby, J
school bound
And now she smokes a pack a day and wonders what went wrong
"There's no cash in art" she said, in paint or word or song
Jake's ambitions lead
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Got balenci' on my body
Got Rick Owens on my body
Got Arcteryx on my body
Got the gang by my side, don't try me
Big balenci'
but a dream
Planets wreaking havoc is as constant as the rain
Yeah
The song is by some groovy cats
If you can dig
The cats, you can dig the song
I called, tell me, would you hurry?
But to you, I bet I'm not worthy
I've known you for a couple years
Think I told you 'bout all my fears
Will you
Take your time, when talkin' to a nigga I don't waste none
Knock you off your feet and then I flee before the jakes come
Sick of hearin' cases from
your eyes I swear I'll stay by your side
Fuck the fame
Please just say my name
All the pain hits harder than rain
All the pain hits harder than rain
none of my beef
I'ma ride to the end of the road if I have to
Praying no car speeds by for me to crash to
Steering wheel in my hand
Trying to hold it
as Compton (uh)
By Sylvester Scott and Benson Owens
A mission he formed to provide members protection from the Crips
Today there's over five million Bloods
the fuck
I'm pulled over by the jakes, a twenty-eight up in my nuts
For 'em took away in cuffs I'd rather lay up in the dust
Feel like fuck a friend
on the minister scope full while I'm sticking ya
And roll a dutch ?????????
Shorty I've been whipping ya for years now
Hold Keiths smile on the prowl
My
Outside
The inspiration for this song because it has that vibe
Now I lay on my couch and I look up to the ceiling
So bored so I'm thinking about the sights
you can to when this song's on
Lights on, game on, let’s go
I could this fly so much higher
And I know this I know this
I could this fly so much higher
want get rich so i pack my stack
Bro got put in a pen fam was a drilla free up Razak
Where they trap is not safe
Hear the bell and they shouting jakes
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