Lyrics:
finna take a step over these fools.
Made cash back put cash back all spring,
plus PayPal and CashApp offerings.
Tryna get to the point where I'm balling,
bring hats
Gotta hell of a stop, making niggas squash the chat
I done proved my points, so you better back back
From Guerilla Maab 3D-2
Paid my dues,
and try to surf on my wave this shit is tidal
Check your points, Passed the checkered line at the checkpoint,
By the time I face a joint my point guards
Three a.m. you're driving me back home
And playing that song
Are you gonna kiss me on the front door
Or maybe it's just wrong ?
But what if we just
not bleeding but the man down the hall
Federal badge and all
Just came back from the mall oh shit
Friendly fire I make my way up the staircase
Sneaking
And you going get all 69 points of blame that’s 23’s
Always move in my 3 stripes open mind with my heart closed
Round northeast with northeast niggas
Turn me over one by one let them kiss my ass
I see dead people
I see dead people
Pocket full of ego, big head people
One two three body count rising
what that's about
What's the poInt of usIng stItches If you're gonna rIp them out?
Heart got splIt In two, you crochet'd It back to one
I heal under
again and again
From the U.S. seas I shift ki's, a hundred and twenty plane rides
Multiplied by Gs, eighty-seven point three million in a matter
turned on your day 1s
No I can’t figure it out
I got your back until u can get up by yourself
No you can’t get what you want
I think these people is
Mr. Cee ]
3, 2, 1, comin in with a bang
It's 2 dark-skinned niggas, not a muthafuckin gang
Pimps with limps, never known as simps
We smoke dank, not
executive
To be there
Be here
And still be here until we get to a point in time when its all enough okay
When all of this becomes back in your day an back in
sign
For where they might be
Three stocks on a rock by the sea
His shocks form a lock and a key
cnd he stares right back at me
I wont fall
Patiently
In
the bitch can't afford her a shovel
Fuck all the bezels
Point to real estate
Tryna own acres or better
On top of the team
3 green yeah that's me
Took plenty
you
The resurrection of that old shit
This is the movement 2 point
Matter of fact 3.0 in this bitch
Nigga don't act like ya'll ain't know
I was gone be
Triple Nostalgia
One, two, three
One too many memories
Triple Nostalgia
One, two, three
One too many memories
Triple Nostalgia, triple the pain
If your man get personal, want you to have your fun
If your man get personal, want you to have your fun
Best come on back to Friars Point1, mama,
touched to be
Recognized by the Foundation
But I've come here tonight
To express another dimension
Of gratitude i think I can do it in
Three or four minutes
and beats I'm bout to freak
Worried bout me? Nah don't stress it b
I finally got it, so you know imma keep
It by my side like a point .45 piece
And I'll
could fill it three times
Clock going round every second gone by ay
Still I gotta get it till the case closed
Writing up shit till the day goes
Been
forces, face losses
As I break backs like Superman on horses, word ajar
Ancient warrior like Thor
Spiritual like the Ibis god Thoth
Complex construction by
to the floor
Back up and then drop
Effervescent time
Time's of the essence
Make 'em undress in
Less than three seconds
So whores keep steppin'
Whores keep
the whole operation?
That be brain
(Brain, can you just get back to the issue here)
Uh, can you just remind the brain?
(You're such an idiot, we're
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
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