Lyrics:
motherfucking homies
That's why they listen to the one and only
I grew up on the funk called P
But these motherfuckers growing up on me
And if I ego trip,
don't believe yeah yeah got betrayed by my closest homies I don't trust a soul
Closest Brody tried to roll up on me I don't trust a soul
Youngin you just
lonely
I kno you want yo coochie ate , lil baby push up on me
We can make a movie, show these niggas and yo homies
I ain't worried bout no friction cause I
mean, I wanna blow up, stack my dough up
So school, I didn't show up, it fucked my flow up
Mom said that I should grow up, and check myself
Before I
Pull up
So when me say pull up pull up, pull up on me baby (Pull up on me baby)
Pull up on me baby
So when me say pull up pull up, pull up on me
niggas on that lyrical shit
Mayonnaise colored Benz, I push miracle whips"
And I saw his eyes light up when I said that line
But you know the rest,
and play a game
But instead I ended up at the jeweler to make a chain
It's saying saying when you make money it make you change
Like four quarters,
and rock masses
NONE passes, without studyin this flow
It's all good as long as you know Kris know!
While I deal with I, Jah talk to I
When I dem go
First-you gotta show your homies that you're down,
to back up the varrio, to back up the town.
You either walk the linea,
or throw some chingazos with
by my lonely
They was lyin in my face
And never told me
God put me on
Ain't nobody show me
Had to keep it goin
Got a top pick she glowin
All that make
When we pull up we pull up we finna do a drive by
All I wanna do is make a milli before The day I die
Homies ridding with me in the Tahoe
All the homies they be trapping blasting off like a rocket
When I'm balling yall know that I'ma get crossing
Yea he just be flossing
But I came in with
anticipatin' the next town’s luck
It’s glitz and glamour when you’re on stage
Happy ‘cause you and your homies paid
But a lot of my love ones up and gone away
vows
Different from my homies that I grew up with, They selling pounds
Now I'm with my brothers holding shows and we make it bounce
Fighting out the good
chain
You just go to the club, you got the big chain
Walked through show love, you got the big chain
When you good in the hood, you got the big chain
Are you guys...?
I'm not tryna mess with y'all today, man
I know what y'all gon' try to do
Try to hook me up with him
And let me talk to him
Nah man,
for you...
2X
When I was chillin' with my homies slanging drugs,
Lounging with the players and the thugs.
I used to make that skrilla,
But now I'm
street
Years ago, I rocked that joint
I say what's up to my homies from Hunter's Point
We go a long way back, it's always been like that
In the days
It's hard to find guidance when you just a youngin' in this shit man
Just tryna find a way just like everybody else
Yea, its D. Knight
Aye, aye, aye,
homie, I think I need to jump up in the pool right now
You always winning, let me show you how to lose right now
And that's real, that's uncomfortable,
I'm feeling low
I gotta think bout others when I'm on this road
Didn't get this far all by myself
I had plenty people and I had plenty help
Kept
Tell me what you lust for
When your cup runneth do you take a sip?
If you can't buy that watch are you hitting a lick?
If you sinking are your homies
getting faded
And he tuckin' a stainless
If you get to trippin' bodies end up on the pavement
Yeah, aye
Fuck around and find out when I'm posted up with
Is a sky full of lighters
A sky full of lighters
By the time you hear this I will have already spiraled up
I would never do nothing to let you
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