Lyrics:
the days of elementary
Now tell me what you need when you see me
I'm stackin G's, buyin all the things on TV, believe me
I got some killers on my payroll,
And I know them hard words make you jump
But ya heart worth when you make the moss barb pump, bitch
And them shorties looking at you like a punk bitch
(I'm havin' my way)
And these bitches on my dick, tell 'em, "Come get a taste" (come get a taste)
I'm a young rich nigga, bitch, you know I came a long
Today we're gonna do something scary
We're venturing into the mind of young black males
Let's take a peak...
[ Young Lay ]
Cuddies perved by
of you will be the best version of me
Version .1 original stunner
Honest niga so I ain't no fronter
Fake homies turn tesla into a gunner
Your straight up
doing too much
Yeah
You killed me when you chose to leave
No goodbyes, not even one kiss
Am I just a piece that you decided to switch?
I met you halfway
fix when we come from broken homes
We was young, black and poor being raised in Detroit
(Raised in Detroit)
You can never learn what a nigga been
(whats up?)
Now you know what fuckin' set he's claimin'
A wild little nigga and it ain't no tamin'
And just when you think everything is calm
That
wore his gun low and tied down
He reined in his horse and announced to the crowd
"If you speak to me call me Sundown"
His clothes were all dark and fancy
don't want no part of the gun spray
I would hate to pull it in one stray
That's where the innocence by stand
We're trapped inside these tenements like
do anything for Monster Crack
Give away her body, steal from her brother
Fight her father or sell her mother
Cause when you're possessed by Crack, God
We could go out for the night
Yeah
Take you were you wanna go and
Touch the sky
Love me for the moment
So take your time
Need you forever and
Not for
distant
And wish that some things were different
And think of you every time I see one of those pink ribbons
Back in the days when I was young I'm not
Bridge:
Social media make it so easy to detach
When someone leaves your life you don’t really feel effects
An alien struggling how I can connect
All
Walking on the street by 6:30
Me and my niggas you know we all ready
All my man on deck on a steady
Run up your ends when they flex and they
I got a plan in command on your ass, bitch
The little short young niggas is with caskets
You bein' front black nigga rolled up layed up on your
down
They’ll convict me a killer
I wish that you were my Pam
So I could be your Jim
I would try to make you smile every day of my life
When we’re hanging
yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah
I bet you remember remember the time
Remember the time
Do you remember when we fell in love
We were young and innocent
fake watch busters
And they ain't teach savin' money to young niggas
Young warriors, I wanna see them all in position
Best to have it on you, hope you
percentage
Make it a point to paying all the killers interest
Young nigga out that Gap Band District
And I could never take a lost that you could live with
made honor roll
I'm at the top and you fell off like dominoes
I lost my feelings for women
When I learned how it feel
To thumb through the Benjamins
Due
faced killer WHALE
On his way to fuckin prison pistol whippin tail, ha
Eric, remember when I passed you in the lobby that day
That shit was obvious you
You say you were so sick of it
I'm tired of jackin' off cause you ain't there
When I drill, I don't spill, even if she's on the pill
Keep my weapon
You say you were so sick of it
I'm tired of jackin' off cause you ain't there
When I drill, I don't spill, even if she's on the pill
Keep my weapon
.png/220px-Pink_Floyd,_Wish_You_Were_Here_(1975).png "Wish You Were Here")
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