Lyrics:
suburbs
A civilian shot in 3rd Ward, we just by the fountain
This is Merlyn Wood, man
Everywhere I go is the Woodlands
I need a Honey Butter, vodka in
then get back to my lane
That's where I'm laying these tracks from where I came
Eastleigh boy from back in the day
My autobiography, this is my
your past, brother
[Afrika]
My forefather was a king
He wore fat gold chains and fat ruby rings
Nobody believes this to be true
Maybe it's because
I come back with a brand new colour
Might be RED or it might be GREEN
PURPLE
My niggas all wear Virgil
I guarantee that the T ain't cheap
Take 3 Take
live channel number 2
My momma told me sideways
I would have to get outside find my place
My momma shares my migraines
Look too hard at me might get
and accept it
Gunna change this place
One step at a time
This soldier ain't getting in line
The future's all about your design
And I paint with colour
You ain't living how I live sucka
That's why I flex on niggas
They never did love us
I'm putting checks on niggas
Even my kid's mother
And you ain't
left-wingers
Bigots, Communists, there is a place for you in this world!
Because this is the land of the free, the home of the brave
And 2 Live is what we
this moment)
This is my moment, I just feel so alive
(I could have this moment)
Alive (I could have this moment)
Alive (I could have this moment)
What I
On the rocks is where we stay
On the rocks is where we stay
Sippin' on the liquor bombay
Freezing up my mind eyes
Are all round dazed
Sun is out,
it right
And there ya go
[Now everybody say]
Red light green light 1, 2, 3
[It go] Left foot right foot follow me
See this monkey don’t move by what
they call the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
words that I live by
Not another publicity stunt
Not another gimmick
I just wanna be famous for fifteen minutes
They roll out the red carpet every time
ticklish
an wouldn't ride no hoochie in the hood
they think I'm too good, rumor has it that I'm Hollywood.
*(Chorus)* x1
Verse 3 *(Cydal)*
I can't be
on anybody who ever tried to front on me
With so much personality, what do you want from me?
I could be by myself and enjoy the company
My life, this year, my
(U dig U dig yeah)
(Leave Her lonely)
(I get it by my lonely)
(Ha Ha)
(What up Ob)
(Aye)
This that 3rd degree
This that roll it please
This that She
my life
So my comrades
Can reap what they sow
Get on your knees
Take a last breath before this is over
You'll watch a scene
A red colour flowing
lives were burned
Can I call this place my home now?
These walls look the same but his ghost remains
Can I call this place my home now?
I know I'm not
Imma get her when I'm rich
Dying while um doing this
But a nigga wanna live
I been through point to point to win
I saw my niggas struggling
Hate the fact
them or us, niggas that bust
Niggas that ride, niggas that'll kill for this side
Down to get down with the three-o-to-four pound
Hit a nigga dead in
ella el mojo
I'm saying dale, she's screaming YOLO
She's little red riding hood, and guess who's the lobo, me la como
Who's name is globally known,
don't see nae hoe and me, I pimp niggas
Can't you tell by the juelz, my nigga
Ya whole career is worth one of them diamonds in my ear
And if you don't eat
They came and took my red BMW
Red BMW three twenty five I
They came and took my red BMW
Red BMW
They came and took my red BMW
Red BMW
Red BMW
My
a dream
I remember
That I couldn't see how this could be
My reality
Ill never forget the day I ignored my first
Red Flags
I got the option to keep going but
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