Lyrics:
I got a broken heart I tend to fly away
Can you hug me tight and tell me baby it's okay
I see my angles by the moon and it's some miles away
I wanna
brightly
Take a likin’ and hey say
They fel is getting pricey
Rocking headbands running with the bison
Y’all ain’t gotta like me
Lets see i’m birthed out
all right
I just wanna tell you, that you can't play with my heart
My heart, baby is putting out a call to your heart to stop messing
Around, you better
Get spread out, we drivin', this bitch ain't regular R.I.P. Drake, my boy was a mella
Lowkey, I'm a pimp, baby, I'll sell her Steppin' on a opp, if I
Without a question, we holdin' weapons while euro steppin
Fuck bitches, get money, that's just my profession
The only thing they takin' from me is a fuckin'
Racquel (Oh yeah)
That my lil' baby from a distance I don’t even care. (Bitch)
I ain’t regular, bitch I’m steppin' up, with the weapon tucked (I’m a special
the rawest in town
Cause I'm a (Thug By Nature), strictly for the paper
Ain't nobody steppin' to Steve (B-O-N-E)
I come with the ones, I come with the guns
minute made, juiced up
They know I go M.I.A. then pop out with some new stuff
Steppin' on so many necks I almost got my shoe stuck
Got my shoe stuck
I do
every season
Baby say I'm super pleasing
She say she always gonna be with me
Dates at the crib, or we out of town
Or we overseas
She don't have to ask for
of things, yes, I buy it for 'em
I say, "Baby, these damn drugs make me move slowly"
And, I came up from out of that mud, talkin' so deep
I'ma shotta, my
got the patience just to keep up with yo-? stop
Do you want the name that I got given by my pops?
For the record, that record just wasn't hot
Off
my left titty
Scream, "Ride or die," I thought you would ride with me
Found out you was jealous, you wouldn't even grind with me
And when I copped
Time"
"Lee Harvey Oswald was shot."
"I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by
good
Livin' like I'm out the hood
Yo baby be fucking for checks
Full throttle, I'm steppin' on they necks
Aim at they head cause they wearing a vest
Yo
a fucking gun case,
Took the trap route I can’t back out cause this shit a fuckin' one way,
He woofin' but he don’t want gunplay,,
Shoutout to Carlito my
of the promise
Still tryna make it out to the bay like Gorgeous Shoutout to my villains in the crowd, we the
Squadron Shoutout to the homies that gon' fuck with us
nice
Nothin' but blinder reminders of
My future life i'm freakin' out
I'm gettin' closer to that other level
Will I be strong with game
Or just
smell em
East Los muthafucka I ain't even gotta tell em
Ain't with the yappin' fuck the talkin' (Fuck the talkin')
Pull out the strap and white chalk em
right)
Or out in Ibiza, that time I ain't sleep for
'Bout three days maybe, you see me in Haiti (hey)
With Wyclef Jean and a selection of ladies (what
powerball
I'm finna' burn it all
wild'n out in the halls
Wake n bakin is my protocol
Girl yo ball control is on kyrie Irving
I'm swervin'
Y'all servin'
y'all hold up
Never thought Ice Cube would show up
But I'm in the studio gettin' *** up
With a beat from Battlecat, a *** lucked up
I got my hustle down,
brought war to our community
So many bodies droppin', it's gotta stop, I wanna help
But still I'm steppin', keep my weapon, must protect myself
up with Guru, of course
[Big Shug]
Young ladies, fly ladies, young ladies in the house
[Patra]
Bad, bad by law, you no say you're da numba one
Obsessed with all this steppin shit
I got it in my head
But got that angel on my shoulder tellin me this shit won’t last
But I’m like fuck it if
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