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Kicking her out, don't reply to the post[00:17.05]Turn up the knob, like I'm back out the door[00:19.00]This ain't dramatic, I'm actually
it down in 3
And you ballin' ass niggaz whose dressed to kill
For the hoes showin' the toes with extra heels
I gotta get in, I drove here
With
I hate driving while I'm high, it's just not my speed
We won't do drive-bys in the night, it's just not our speed
We was down bad by like 5, then we
the glass,
I’ll break out my box and get fear off my back,
Today im gonna talk about my ex love,
Shes the one makin me give up,
The doors were shut,
And I had
approaching me
Lyrically I'm cock ready
Heavy with that weaponry
I guns em down in rows of three
Bullet holes watch him bleed
Hands pumping his chest
Panicking,
others lives from time to time
In twenty years will we still be friends?
Or will you have to stop and ask im sorry who are you again?
(I'm a stranger)
drops the tears fall
Now I'm surrounded by all this thunder I feel like Chris Paul
Rapper from Alabama who views himself as a lyricist
Niggas saying this
seen that yet
I touch down in a Houston Tex
And got picked in a limousine stretch
They had the goons in a tinted lex
They had booze in ma Philippine x
they grilling me uh
I show the love they still hate on me uh
I’m on my grind, tryna give back by getting mines
Nah they ain’t feeling me
Uh
Red coupe,
for me
Ima puff some weed, sip some crown
Keep my game face on when I chase em down
And ill flip a pound, sell some coke
Do what ever I can do when I'm
then live by a lie
You can say what you will about me
Talk is cheap and i don't mind
When you lay your life down in them grooves
You know you're
a song
I travel unknown roads alone
Fueled by an empty promise
There's a better life on the other side
Do or die
Fightin' lies before I'm crucified
They
sippin on a daily basis
Quick to hop by on your block and wreck faces
Slammin door's open spaces looking good standing tall
Beatin Down ya block knockin
on everybody Clap your hands Do your dance
There's a party going on here Live from Munchkin land
Until the Wickety Witch came and they almost ran (Oh No!)
Sit up straight
I wanna throw some hands when I'm fighting
Cause the world is tryna
Stop me walking out my door
I want more
I'm not a runner I'm
Cadillac, totin?, nigga play with me I'll smoke him
Murder one one, four three-fours where I'm from, son
I don't need a gimmick, I'm the sickest nigga in it
Say, ain't none bigger than me, I'm the bank
Live my life with no law, Ima' take what I take
Now I'm taking the charger, no telling it's safe
I put
the tug but I'm up in the bando surrounded by nugs , top shelf cali broski this ain't no dust
My bro ace got the tings that takes doors off
I hate the roads
Turn the music up turn the lights down I'm in my zone
Thank God for granting me this moment of clarity, this moment of honesty
The world'll feel
Turn the music up turn the lights down I'm in my zone
Thank God for granting me this moment of clarity, this moment of honesty
The world'll feel
this freak in Vegas
She said her name was Donna
She was a pretty little freak from China
I said I don't pimp or gigolo
I'm havin' so much money that
ain't a dope by 'til yo ass got a gun and chain
It's my time (It's my time, yeah, oh)
It's my time (I'm gonna shine, I'm gonna shine)
It's my time
B
It is not a fallacy
I got these haters mad at me
Cuz I'm climbing up the mountain peak
[Hook]
I'm knockin'
Open up the door
Beat's knockin'
is all I have
She grabbed me by my hand
Where are we going to land?
I'm reaching for the stars
They let me know who you are
Hundred miles from earth
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