Lyrics:
, interviews)
It's clear to see they wanna be me
Hit the road, E-X-I-T
My flow, they B-I-T
Shots thrown but I-D-C
Go home or do it B-I-G
My throne, they
But they not original and they not identical
They just studied your flows and they watched your interviews
That's when hip hop if it's not ten of you
of interviews but now here you are
So we're thrilled to have you here you just
Feel like going out and saying hello?
Yeah, that's it
That's awesome i dig that
a gangsta, that's what they say
But on the real homeboy I just had a bad day
Ten interviews, no call backs
PO askin' me where my job at
I'm an ex-con
for someone boy we can do much more togethah
I'm distracting what good can we get food can I read a book oh would you look at these biceps
Then I send
like how we look at 6ix9ine
Lookin' at Tory like he played himself, fuck was on his mind? (What up?)
That bullet ain't faze her, her leg ain't even
your Bell Air home
Saw your last interview
You've better things to do
And now that you're gone
I'll always be with you
Well, you say I'm to blame
the feds run devices
Mama my backbone, she stood by me wrong or right
Let me rewind this shit, gotta rewind that lick
I lost 'bout ten on that shit, I
creep through the kitchen, we budgeting
Momma still droppin' chicken and hustlin'
She gon' do what she do, fuck that other shit
While her nigga providing
fine
(I f***ed 'round and hit it)
F***ed around and slipped and hit that p**** one mo' time
(I f***ed 'round and hit it)
And got caught up in
watch out for nosey neighbours
Eyeing the gang tryna do fed favours
Back then it was a rusty dings like mator
See us in that we aint playing like sega
Own grove
And the time of day
To
Do what I want now I'm finally free
From a love that aint notice me
Don't call me cus I'm done healing
Already
See what I'ma do is, like...
I just kinda want to be able to, you know...
Smoke by myself,
Without kinda being bothered by what a motherfucker had
up
waking up dead
I hang around killas
You hang around feds
I see the big difference
Times it by 10
Like goku Kaioken
Watch on my wrist
Like Ben 10
to jail wit no Cake
'Cause when I come home I've got to live crazy straight,
[Chorus]
Word up, we do it like that, thug life
Na meen, back to Iraq,
Yeah
Turn, turn, turn, turn, turn
Interview rooms, stay silent, hit the Bailey and ask God for guidance
If I ever took that oath I'm lyin', even
up
Don't talk to me, get your bread up
Yeah we used to fuck but I got fed up
We eatin', all my niggas fed up
You a ho rat, that pussy throwback
I'm
understand
They say something like"you
Say you've been influenced by Celine?"
"no" I hold the cat up"by what happens, by
Things like this, by this, by this!"
I
we plunder, we pillage
Spillin' your blood and we walk by the spillage
It's kill or be killed and OZ do the killing
Like a ghost, when I float
your Bell Air home
Saw your last interview
You've better things to do
And now that you're gone
I'll always be with you
Well, you say I'm to blame
And nigga raised by the rat's roaches
Real youngen holdin coke
State they gave my man life
Feds they gave my man 10
Messin with this dirty game feel like
I'm
care about Roleys
Why feds wanna apprehend?
Last year I skipped a 10
'Cah I got nicked for an AM and some Broni
They asked if I do juju and I just do
Since a way back didn't need much more than her by myself 10 seconds then I'm yours
Up in the AM the early the morn, sex, stretch, nap, on
The map that
of dude that be eating with no food
Selling sticky like its glue sip on this gets you screwed
All you wanna do its talk this is not an interview
I should be
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