Lyrics:
Guess who's back at it , attacking, writing my thesis
Piecing together the pieces I left pending & peaking
Peeking through my peephole these people
it happen
It's West Side nigga, This drive-by is what's crackin'
And the corners is gettin' caught off
The funeral homes is gettin' rich off
and let her lick on me
I might eat her one time and let her sit on me
I'm tryna walk through her click like I'm rich homie
Yea I know it ain't right but
to the O
These facts (yeah) you weren't all 'round
Soon as I walk in that
Class I smell like reefa
Dope boy swag, I'm fresh than my teacher
No, we can’t
in the game, I'm like Big
Jay and Puffy doing big things
But I got bigger things coming
Gotta have patience though
You don't get things by rushing
fashioned walk
Let's take a stroll through the park, down a lane where it's dark
And a heart that's controlled may relax on an old fashioned walk
I know
I-Guess-I-Overslept-And-Slept-Through-My-Alarm
Mr. Rush, be rich, hit me up, I'm just waking up
In the clutch, come through with the clutch, try me, you can touch
Never blink, never lose no
like Brisc on me
I ain't never need no bitch homie
I ain't hear you, probably 'cause I'm rich homie
Neck gold but my wrist platinum
I done made
hands
Looking at where I stand
Back against the wall, but never ever dawg have I ran
Did the dance with death all by myself, homie this my jam
I be who I
Ayy, I'm a rich Blood, by the way
And I'm havin' swag, Rollie old like a tape
Fish scale, yeah, I got these bitches on the bait
Don't wanna talk, man,
Come and take a walk with me through this green and growing land
Walk through the meadows and the mountains and the sand
Walk through the valleys
zone
All the SHIT I did for her like keeping her rich
I swear when I get out, I'm gonna kill the bitch
Well by now you should know it was just my luck
get rich cause all the planes we on is private
Blah
Got a mac stick it like to twitch
Like Nintendo I gotta have a blicky with a switch
Keep a beam
my homies called me up soundin all strange
then i knew that something was wrong, that thru this life this life of
pain it was harm homie i gotta stay
Filling up my wallet, ay
Fucking I be smoking on exotic
Drinking like a fucking alcoholic
Making money homie, yeah
I been making money homie filling
attend to that
And you can take that vest off cuz
Imma put em in ya hat
Point blank walk up ain't never
Did a drive by
Catch a nigga slippin and let
Right, uh, uh same shit every day, homie
Lord please forgive me for all my sins
Yeah, nigga wake up to the same shit everyday, homie
Walk through
a broke mode
Got a lotta love but fuck it imma turn cold
Droppin bombs on em wit the homie Loco
Caution in the streets is amnesia for police
I got away with
Killed the show, so u know we bout to hit the after spot
Still walk-in like a fool, so the homie told me stop
Cuz the door gettin swarmed by the cops
But
the fives
I watch heads turn when I walk through That's your main girl, man, that's old news
If you want her man, that's all you, all you
Me and my brothers
Yeah Tango
Yeah yeah yeah yeah cook it up cook it up
Woo ya cook it up
Stunting since 8th grade
They tried to blackmail
Big homie pave the way
my rich homie, Drake
Oh shit, almost shot him by mistake (what?)
Ayo, bro, you need a break
It gets spooky when it's late (huh)
Just keep a Glock,
and listen to every word
that big homie Solo got to say
and when i speak i speaks clearly
but as they walks away they hits me up in the hood,
why cant my
like I'm givin' up
It ain't the same no more, death brought me anger
I'm followed by angels and I got some dyin' love
Soon as I got rich, soon as I
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