Lyrics:
Waves rush in whenever me and the bae crushing
Keep a floatie by the beach, Indeed, it gets deep
Don't worry baby, it's okay, I'll be there for you
In
a girl at home, and ah wifey dat, These days gotta be PC, black men don't cheat, but I like to Mac, Sweet ones got an eye for that, back in the day with my
Surrounded by people but I'm so alone
I come back each day but this don't feel like home
The sun may be shining but all I can see is rain
So
hips so I dipped back to my bag of tricks
Then I flipped for a tip, make me wanna do tricks for him
Lick him like a lollipop should be licked
Came
Let me take you back to lil old me, 83
Stars and bars in the house on whitewash street
Lower middle Amerikkka is this scarin ya?
Does this remind you
assault, tryin'a take my position
Stop wishin', and sit your ass back
A'yo when I say pump that, y'all say shit up
Pump that! (Shit up)
Pump that!
plates
When I'm making your favorite food
I guess that life as half of me
Takes a little getting used to
Take me back to seventeen
Before I ever had a clue
gotta tell you suttin
I can take your flak, them words ain't shit
Brodie don't stay silent
Weren't it last night that you promised me violence
Hop in
"I'll take nothing instead"
Turned around and walked away and felt the rock peg me in the head
Walked to the next house directly next door
There I saw
no room for loose change
Take everythang ima boss my bippers hooray
Beast so I feast like bring me two plates
Hit then I split give no shits she call
beast they tryna lock us in
Black lives matter (Black lives matter) I just can't take that
Treat us like we so fuck up we gotta shake back (We gotta
You ever black out from a seizure
Sweated through your t shirt
Woken up alive but wanted back to being neither
Heavy nights pull back the cover
By
me, you ain't even a body here without some
Step defeated and yo, you know the outcome
I'm never outdone, boy, you going home with your mouth numb
a bonesaw
Watch how quick I take a pig off
Call me Nike cuz I'm checking back
The only check you get is food stamps
You ain't gotta B
Leave you ET
Quit
can't hear me
Lips taste like gloss bit by the cold
Keep on running along
Bit by bit you will fall
Bit by bit you will fall
It's a loss but you know
I
a match
Take it back, like the Sega
I'm breakin' backs
I make raps so amazing, you pay to jack
My team make tracks on the regular (Yeah)
Big Macs, so we
this land
That's the war zone, I gots no home, don't have no friends neither
It's just me by my lonely so I married my nina
I keeps her wherever I go,
The competition checks and checks
And keeps checkin'
They get the album
Take it home
And start sweatin'
Why? well it's simple
To them it's kind of vital
even tell by the way shawty would dress
Now I'm done with all that shit back to the more checks
Shout out to my SA and Malawi realest connects
Back
(Progress)
I could even tell by the way shawty would dress (Would dress)
Now I'm done with all that shit back to the more checks
Shout out to my SA and Malawi
say I gotta stay?
Gotta go
Everyone sees, they all know
I just wanna go home, ay, back to what I know
All alone
Surrounded by people I don't know
the zone
So I'm with my kids home
In a all black neighborhood
Maybe down the block from Meagan Good
But you better make sure
That that paper's good
'Cause
my house never wanted a trade
Music my life
Thank God I can live it
You say it take time
Thank God I can give it
Don't get rewinds
I charge by
that, it was a living cesspool
We got get on our shit like nats do
Police's be on my tip like hats do
But I stay strong like blacks do
Never saved by
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