Lyrics:
Of the comrades all that I've had, there's none that's left to boast
And I'm left alone in my misery like some poor wandering ghost
And I pass by from town
Said farewell to my last hotel
It never was much kind of abode
Glasgow town never brought me down when i
Was heading out on the road
Carlisle city
like pets to me
They been that so and so is the best and I let it get to me
I should charge for a 16 and they need to give they whole rent to me
Give it
This is just like listening
to a conversation being held
by the many people who congregate
on one of the most popular blocks
in the largest
from,
The shxt is crazy,
Nxggas get slept,
Like rock-a-bye,
Or lullaby baby,
H.T.
Thats a Heath Town placement,
Fire Town lit,
Like Christmas tree
my shooter just go crazy den
I been gettin money I go shopping this not h&m
And It's a lot haters ion even know what to say to them
Use to be a youngin
Like a filter, I came in the picture to make it better
Real women can do all on they own, real me aint let them
See baby, im as real as it gets
Yo, im
motherfucker need to slow down
I broke it down
And still they couldn't focus on the flow count
They stay astounded
Need an accountant to keep my toes down
I know
a lovely bride
They said you were going places
But me I just went for a ride
Down by the old school
I got married to a sweet young girl
And kept
calling me bro
Dreams of a ghost kept me up at night
They went from why
To how he did it to a flight
See my dark skinned thang
Man ah like 'em off white
Nigga I'mon a mission
An E-Town steppa playing bitches like an exhibition
Money to be made and we gon make it
Done took over the game
Now I'm winning
highkey
BIG mad cuz these niggas wanna hit like me SHAZ
A bully in the game with a anthem
Big P make it rain going Platinum
We got bottles by the boatload
their vices by the wayside
Took the R train to Chinatown, get a bread sandwich
Chinese with degrees, they rise like degrees in Greenwich
Farmed rice
hustle tight somebody fakin
Wanna rob me for my bread, or they workin' for the bacon
It's cool, everybody think they so smooth
Everybody wanna cheat
Presbyterians there
But if you're interested, the fair's in the third weekend of August every year
But don't bother entering the raffle
It's always won by some
Turn me up
Vibing with my nigga Tay, we might play some ball today
My life just like these lights, it's a fucking blu-ray
Baby, I don't want you
around in the day and then they slow
Counting down with the clock that never stops
Waiting for a ride to the day that never shows
Pulling up his socks like
like this before
Yeah we smoke till it gone
Then we smoke some more
I know you ain't ready
What we got in store
We gon fitch in this bitch
Till we hit
Constant stream of Dawg
Like they got they're leg raised
They just wanty get paid
We just wanty get blazed
So of course we cross the city
When it's for
looks like you just got mollywhopped
Rippers get up and dance up upon the countertop
Got two lady in my pocket before the flop
Gettin it started smokin
the streets man
I put my heart and soul up in these beats man
It bled
Do you cava the time they said hip-hop is dead
I dread
Went to med school just to get fed
nothing but drugs
Slipping really slow you can see in my walk
Can hear in my words like I’m writing with chalk
This black and white state yellow tape for
shits tight like they didn't put me in my size
I already know don't put me on surprise
They gone be like there he go if you put me in disguise
Only be
practical jokes on
Everybody smoked with they Locs and the yolks on
All through high school, girls by the dozens
Sayin' we cousins, knowing that we
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