Lyrics:
and then you won't try
All my dark came to the light
You love hard tell by your eyes
I still remember that night
Regret all the times that I test you
And you
Home alone again
But that's how I like it
Don't need to pretend
I'm fueled by the silence
On my own
Not on my phone
I don't need to see
a long a penny
Unless you wanna die, stop using the word "gimme"
Gimme got shot; trying to reach his hands out
Got it on my own; never looked for a hand
Ball and G on the map
Nowadays I own my shit and bone bad bitches
Kickin it with rich niggaz in rollers, and candy sixes
Deliverin hot shit like Pizza
to every feen
We own the block (x3)
Gotta keep them pockets green
It doesn't matter snow or shine
I gotta stay on my grind
Cause there's dollars to be made
an hour flat
Acapella, nigga, way off the sour pack
You nice my nig devoured that
A diesel when I'm on the track
Whitney Houston way before the crack
Bobby
doubted I would make it out my mama house
So finally got up off the couch, a nigga had to get away, get away
Find a little space, catch a vibe by myself,
Ward villain, I'm in the killin
They ban my videos from TV, they say they drug dealin
Ice cream slangin,
And if the radio don't play this gangsta
Shout out my amigo, Pacino
He brung in the bricks by the kilos
I feel like Joran, dumped from the free throw
All about my green, feel like CeeLo
I'm
Right back seat
Strap by my feet
‘Case they try that with me
Fly her for the weekend, send her back for the week
Wasn’t what she wanted now she lyin
Whitney Houston; we can get it crackin'
I got the syllable clip in the K set on automatic
Aiming for your head - I won't fuckin' miss
Claim my spot in hell
It's that dopeassmexican dawg I'm added again
Said I'm from Houston they thought i was slow
Said I was Mexican so no radio
Don't hold me back I'm ready
From the 90's but, I spit that fucking crack like it's the 80's, go
Let me slow it down
N****, this my fucking sound
I'm inspired by the greats but, I
the truth
Tie up the punks who refuse to understand the youth
My posse's growin' and it's gettin' larger every day
Detroit, Chi-Town, Pittsburgh, Houston
radio
I'ma blow big, I'ma watch my babies grow
I'ma say hello, eat a bowl of jello
I sleep with my gun underneath my dang pillow
See I got to get it, I'm
jelly I was nuttin on her belly
I’m sure the radio with probably edit the line
I just do it to show that I’m ahead of my time
Tell her to spend it all
so high
And I’ll serve your whole class like airplane food
Dude
You don’t even know me
I’m trying to do my own thing
Don’t try to be my homie
When I
with women who don't believe in magic
Dealing with my mana
Told her uh
No, bitch you can't have it
Jumped in
I can reach over top now
It don't make no
My bitch like Whitney Houston
I just fucked her in a bath tub
Feeling like Deshaun
Made your ho give me a back rub
Bitch Ima a geek monster
Ain't
Ward villain, I'm in the killin
They ban my videos from TV, they say they drug dealin
Ice cream slangin,
And if the radio don't play this gangsta
snaps, tryin' to put Ball and G on the map
Nowadays I own my shit and bone bad bitches
Kickin' it with rich niggaz in rollers, and candy sixes
Just to tell the truth i'mma say I
Don't get the rules that you play by
Occupy my mind it might have took my heart
Where do I start
I'm always asking
writin raps
All about my snaps, tryin to put Ball and G on the map
Nowadays I own my shit and bone bad bitches
Kickin it with rich niggaz in rollers,
some nigga set you up on the phone (DAMN)
Shit, I play it how I go, I'm in a league of my own
You ain't gotta front me shit nigga, I'm buyin' my own
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