Lyrics:
should know what The deal is
Malice on me just in case I gotta Pusha-T
Back
Cuz niggas be hatin' these days
And it's sad
But
The mentals in tact
My sprit
trying to get your mind so gone.
Tell me all your dreams i can be the one to change, how you feel about leaving this slow song. (ahh whoop)
And if you dont
me bag it up
Sippin' on the lean shit, got me actin' up
Tryin' to get all this money, I'm tryin' to give it to my mama
I ain't even want no friends
givin' me the screw face
I know them b****es hatin' you, yeah they two-faced
I know he told you not to drink but what do you say?
I know he tryin' to lock
a dream
Beyond all imagining
But I believe
Baby baby baby you're amazing
Take me by surprise
Don't waste time, baby tryin' to explain it
Right before
wishy washy
Not my fault that I'm playa
It be In not on me
If I ever said I love
You baby I wasn't lying
Makin promises i plan
To keep yea imma lion
I got
Get that paper dog
They told me get this music shit so I got em
Yay
Austin Fig new garment I'm flossing it
Bossy shit pardon this
Swag so slick I
gone southern, blonde
Something bout that girl had me
Thinking leaving would never come
It's crazy to think that
She might be back in Austin
But in my
me crossed tryin to be the boss, no one can stop us
Niggaz dream of six figures, handle our business in choppers
Feds can't comprehend my ghetto
spread to defame me
Im not the girl I used to be
Ooooh yeah
Ooo yeah
Whatever it takes
Im gonna do it know I can do it
Whatever it takes
I owe this
dreamin'
'Cuz if I wake girl and you're
Not by my side
I feel like half of me
Is no longer alive
So please, shorty
Before you walk out that door, boopy
tryin' kill my confidence
Told me I would be nothing
Yeah he told me I would be nothing
But I knew that I would be something
Gotta make a change
Yeah I
And I'm tryin' and I can't get through
No, I can't get through
And I'm tryin' over you
I was watchin'
You passed me by
I was hopin'
You now know why
tired
You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be
That's why you're mad at me
Killas be quiet, my niggas bring the riots
Tough talk, tough walk, shit
clown, town
Coast to coast, see
I been tryin' to stay away
From sluts like you
Got me turned off completely by that
Sheisty shit that you do
Knew from jump
(It's only me Sam)
(Just to wish you a happy birthday)
(And I'll talk to you soon)
Austin, or should I call you Grandad?
You stopped the good from
with me?
(Rude boy listen)
Why you tryin' make enemies?
(Rude boy listen)
Go and get you're street family
(Rude boy listen)
I'll be waiting
and closed his briefcase
When they sentenced me to die
Now my waitin's over
As the final hour drags by
I ain't about to tell you
That I don't deserve
argue with myself
Im broken down, still ain't gon' drown, still tryin' to escape this cell
As the days be going by I don't be counting on nobody
left Kentucky where they love me up in Louisville
They know I'ma come back here 'cause they know the dude be real
Of course DC knows the deal
I like
at bitches, parkin' lot pimpin'
Everyday we be off the chains
Workin' with grain, sittin' on them thangs
Tryin' to find out where dem dollars at (dollars at)
i'm cool wit' it
Cuz you move wit it so nice yes, you do
You tryin'a get wit
You tryin'a get wit'chu
You i wanna be wit
You you
Baby can I be wit you
taxes
I’m raisin' they eyebrows
You might be jumpin' out
The window: Ron Browz
Comin' at me simple with my style, nah
Broken dreams led to fixed realities
need)
Somebody answer me
Son, don't let these streets, get the best of you
I will be right by your side, when you goin' through
Son, just don't let it
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