Lyrics:
trying to tell these party girls to fucking fall in love
Man these drugs are a weakness I'm Just buying into stuff
Sharing with the boys passing out cause
take it in stride
No ifs ands or buts or even whys
It's do or do not, there is no try
I've been down a dark path
What fury does hell hath
Nothing but
still alive
Swear I'm puttin' somethin' down for these family ties
Nuff pressure get applied when my niggas ride
And if you ever need me, then I'm by your
find your ass)
I got the boys and they right by my side
No we don't play and we will not divide
I got my girl, she my ride or die
She's like my drug
ain't never been sober
Ooh, not a ride, ain't over
Know the streets bad, baby
And I tried to avoid them
But you know that's where we're designed to be,
I was born by the flame
From a distance, heard You call my name
But I knew I was a slave
I knew I wasn't worthy to be saved
Fear had molded me like
Bitch I am numb now
You know how I get when I'm mad
Throw your face down
I'm just the boy
Not the one from your home town
I've been inside of your
trying to tell these party girls to fucking fall in love
Man these drugs are a weakness I'm Just buying into stuff
Sharing with the boys passing out cause
killers but ain't got bodies
Boy I be around shooters who ain't got hobbies
And I got the licks hitting on the flip phone
Fucking up the club take your
a post-it note on the door sayin' that were through
And by the time that I woke up, she was halfway to the moon
I got no money in my wallet, I found out that
Mirror boy, rhyme with dada convention
Psychoanalysis didn't mean anything
Pvc costumes, letters to castro
Show me what you're reading, freaky girl
Okay we gon' set the coordinates
For Q-Unique to travel through rhyme time travel
Ah, we're going to send him, 1979, 1988, and 1999
Nineteen,
You can drag my name through bleach and muddy waters
See if I don't still call you a friend until the dying end
And if you ever though you were in
and brothers will fall by days of gold.
So if you, boy, come of age,
Yeah, they'll revel in righteousness,
Wiping the smile from your face,
Sad to say,
and a court of drugged up nodders and quoters
Namefucking fame on all photos, all cheered on and applauded by even richer promoters
Now when you're a star,
cracking
Quick retaliation, rapid
Fam, the exit wounds were massive
Pull up and leave shit dirty, worksy
Whip out my mash like Shirley
Got a brownskin ting
Where the newspapers fall asleep
Blowin' past the people
Who are walking down the street (ooh)
Said that you're a spy, well, so am I (ooh)
I'll
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