Lyrics:
In the Suburbs I
I learned to drive
And you told me we'd never survive
Grab your mother's keys, we're leaving
You always seemed so sure
That one day
wise
Just got off my 9 to 5
Got a my grind on the side
Got my eyes on the prize
And I'm just passing by
I see a Bad dime, foxy fine
I got to make
the whole
Block hot like Texas Pete
The first thing that bitch do
Is look at my wrist, Then look at my feet
Hey, I'm just now wakin'
These fuck niggas up
I don't wanna be, I don't wanna be
I don't wanna be no B-list celebrity
Keep that Glock by my feet
Born and raised up in these streets
Duckin heat,
By my faith in god and my faith in man
I would hope u could understand
This is not for me
Please leave me be
I want it so bad imma hope and plead
been working on my melody
While y'all out here acting out, I'm working on my energy
Nineteen, I've been trying to go and find identities
Close friends by
dirty now we clean notes
crmani man bags we ain't have Goyard Totes
When I speak make sure you take it all in
Took so many L's thought I was cursed by
ice call me Dewgong
Bitch I'm hot as spice but not Gaston
This jealousy it drives 'em mad like they got stung
And time will pass you by yeah you
Well, the church burned down and no one knew
What the Pentecost Baptists was gonna do
The Sunday brimstone got so dadgum hot
It burned up a church
Mood Tonight?
Lick Me Down Low Do What You Like Just Make Sure I Get My Nut Tonight.
[Rick Ross:]
Ima Man That Can Move Slow
Let Me Get It Wet First;
Because I love to live my life
3 L's that you got to stand by
Life, Love, to Live is just fine
Put on a smile on your face it's alright
We got to have
[Knightowl]
As the world keeps turnin my soul keeps burnin
I'm caught up in the mix with shit that is bottled up inside my chest
My only motivation
the forest for the free trade bullshit
Don't worry though, coz the boss is around
Making sure as hell
That we all get fucked equally
Don't wanna see
see who stabs me in my back
Face hot, told my nigga, "Slap me if I lack"
A lot of niggas ain't down, that's an honest fact
All I make is honest
can hide
For sure
Run into the shadows through that door
When things are too hot to touch
Beware
Run into the shadows have a care
Some people dream
loves me for real.
I saw you in a video for that crap boy band LFO,
Of course you'll be in all of ours.
Tara Reid is pretty hot and Carson knew he lost
Because I gat it locked down inside my Whitty
Now we in my bedroom listening to why me
While am trying to tell her that she was written by me
See baby
Lying by the dying flame, drifting off to sleep
She drops the black leather journal she's been clutching tight
She's a bioengineer, hazard level
like this is so unfair
Just another day with you
It might sound crazy by my heart still skips a beat
Whenever you are sitting next to me
So come
immediately got angry
There must be a guy who can supply some lovin'
I'm going out a single
Better know that what I feel for you is nothin'
Be sure that I
I'm dead real with it i steppin' in the game
With a dollar and an attitude
And I'm still with it admit it
Joe shitted
On everybody you thought was hot
paid by rhymin'
Nigga, they creep, watch how they slimin'
Lil' goofy-ass nigga went broke on diamonds
Nigga, when I step, my bros behind me
Bro sip
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