Lyrics:
Ft. Lauderdale and by the way, all my homies that's in the Bay
5-0-3 what can you say
Atlanta, GA, can't forget VA, NYC and the USA, USA, USA
Everybody
glazing the grass and flowers
When I speak to you days feel like hours
But those conversations are ours
From 1am to 2 to 3
The time is passing by but we
the rolling stone tour (ah-ahhh!)
Raw your wack set is faker than a bomb threat
By a nervous terrorist who's so scared that his palms wet
[all] one, two, three
Ayo
Ayo, my chef been whippin' for three days straight
Fiends lined up for four houses, damn, no shake
What the fuck is that Celine on your
Yeah, to all the Jim Carrey ass large co-op
KnowhatI'msayin? Large co-op, what the fuck?
To the clones, we bless the domes
Blow the vial, you
Disrespect, I shoot ya
By the way, them bricks, get flipped weekly
Sold by soldiers that mix weed with the leak leak
Die for a dollar nigga, life ain't sweet
Disrespect, I shoot ya
By the way, them bricks, get flipped weekly
Sold by soldiers that mix weed with the leak leak
Die for a dollar nigga, life ain't sweet
threat
By a nervous terrorist who's so scared that his palms wet
One, two, three, four
The stuff legends are made of, urban folklore
Like Jim Morrison we
an invitation
Man I admit I go through so much day to day (day to day)
Got 23 lawyers, 3 or 4 managers, what am I doing? Show me the way (oh)
The only thing I
everybody that I know wanna be rich
young on his way cause he wanna move bricks
short got cheeks but she wanna get a lift
Gas so strong only took 2
ROUND AGAIN words by Jim Vierra Music By Jim Vierra & Adam Gardner
Copyright 2015 Jim Vierra & Friends & Fifty Something Records.
VS 1.
WE BOTH
go out of town
So for the sake of the country vote this Election Day
By mail, absentee or the old-fashioned way
If you have to go out make sure
This old safe the family inherited
Was kept by Jim who took good care of it
They trusted him, and he didn’t complain
For generations the safe was
when you rollin' with me?
The forty on my lap when you rollin' with me
It's shooters in the back when we roamin' these streets
At least three straps
serve our gods by drinking our own kind of water
But your god is sending us deep down there for torture
Jim's already there, Shane is on his way
It's
onto that bottle of Jim Beam,|Like he's my only friend.|But when he's gone I think of her,|And I start all over again.||Some say be this way will kill
ain’t done evolvin'
This shit's a classic
[Verse 3: Lil Yachty]
Tsk, tired of niggas talkin' 'bout""this is the way you got to do it""
And you go
the combination
They want me to tell the story
But I ain't for the conversation
So I'm contemplating
Quit this rap ish or be blatant
And they all hating so I
Might
today
Front Street West trains keep rollin' by x 3
You had a baby - yes, you did x2
You had a baby 3,000 miles away
Front Street West trains keep
boots, singing
Erykah Badu to herself
Leaning her head against the window
And thank you to the way my father one time came back in a dream
By
can't even conversate
Don't have to no conversation
Asking who the top up out your city
Make the next statement
Say that's all L3
That's all Riq
That's
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become my inspiration (My inspiration)
Gloria where have I been? (Where have I been?)
All these years I've been listening to Jim
Get out of the way
Yo (damn) Young Buck where my money at man
My niggas is playing what nobody
In here but you, spyder and Mase
There's supposed to be three
Hundred
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