Lyrics:
Who gives a fuck about them blocks, you ran
How you walk around with choppers
Like it's I ran
You grew up in the burbs, you are not the man
I was in
and drive
See them niggas then we pulling up
What’s the issue we ain’t ridin by
Spin twice better hop out
Try again we ain’t coppin out
They think Rell about
bones blixk my demons on go they was snoozing niggas
No thinking twice before pulling triggers
No thinking twice before pulling triggers
I don't give
imitates art
Once we start to dive in this knowledge and this wisdom
They gon' always wanna box us in like it's cubism
Knew about Picasso before I was
the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You see, I'm six foot one, and I'm
that they wanna see me
Give em the D then I'm back on the road
She said she love me, I say I don't know
Lately it's tough for me to find the one
if they ban me, I don't give a fuck
Chalk it up as experience (yeah, bad luck)
Because I'm ballin with Laylaw's clout
And if he say that it stays,
15 in a row, back in my zone double the bag then I double my product
Im back on my shit man there's no doubt about it
I can't give it up I don't like
hope left
You'd think that because nobody's done anything about it
But before that we need to get people educated right
(Save Us All)
I don't care if
light
Peep my cup, betcha couldn't tell that it was Sprite
I give a fuck about her face, she walkin' with a bamski, I'ma strike
For real (yeah)
I'ma
Stuck in stunted palms
But no one knows, they don't see us like their stunnas on
And before long our lights off
Like Where's the summer gone?
I'm
sports anyways
I just want everyone to give a fuck about my name
And the words that I say when they hear my shit play
Cause I don’t know what to do when my
gettin’ a bag they don’t feel nothin’ else, nigga we know that they f****in wit dat, get in the back, prince of my city, they know that I'm back
I'm still
ya, I can tell by his charm
But you could feel this real love
If you just lay in my
Running fast in my mind
Girl don't you slow it down
If we
a crown
But where is it now mamma listen
Senorita, I feel for you
You deal with things, that you don't have to
He doesn't love ya, I can tell by his charm
They kids are not real as us
But what's there to kill about
When these bitches and niggas
They won't understand
Dat-dat I can fuck any bitch in here
originator
Fresh off of my hiatus yelling, 'fuck you' to all of my haters
They Skywalker, I'm Darth Vader
Promise, I don't give a shit about 'em
Let 'em
lyrics from criminals
Boy ya shit is boo
No apologies what I think
I'm like F me
Honestly don't impress me
On the beat yall got left feet
Artistry level
Street life
Everybody they want to be in it
But don't know the outcome when it's finished
The one that's my block and deliver real splendid
I come take it
Yeah, uh
It was once said by a nigga with the shits
"Daloo please, can you give me back my bitch?"
Daloo then said "Bruh, I don't give a shit, but
I know a girl thats going through some
I just want to help her so she don't feel numb
Surrounded by these guys that just use and abuse her
Give her
me what to do
clright, my guy, let's think about for a second
cnd no you don't, don't deafen
Just listen to the sentence
What you think is destined, it
laces tight and don't trip
Trip, get splashed
Couldn't care less about my man's gang
We're not fam, we're not friends or bredrins
You'll get tanned
Whether the coupe on F or coupe on E
I can get ya chick on E
See through her dress, get the address
Give her the F, pass her to E
They say the best things
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