Lyrics:
Money no Dey come in a post card
Many kele for my line they wan go yard
Me I no Dey find love just be loyal
See I sold my heart out for the Goyard
of the neighborhood
And most people are camped out like they are on the Fifty Yard Line
And it's way nicer than where they were before the storm
So they're doing
out my window it rains
it cleanses through you upon you
the eyes of a closer kind
can only see this through
after all it's just a lifetime
fifty yard
me something to say nigga
Now i'm down with the lines
Outa my yard
Outa my yard
If you are a fake nigga
Outa my yard
Outa my yard
If you are a fake
been so stressed
Then I oh shit
I don't owe shit
No I owe this
All my focus
One of one
Like the one yard line
All I need is one hard line
I need my is my
at wiz, catch the steelers
Smelling like high time at the 50 yard line
Ushers bugging wanna check our tickets
[Chorus]
[Wiz Khalifa]
And um, my niggas
night
Team lined up on the 50 yard line
With the fans in the stands making the sweetest sounds
And that's the secret to this town
The girl next door
seats at the Lakers
See me on the fifty yard line with the Raiders
Met Ali he told me I'm the greatest
I got the fever for the flavor of a crowd pleaser
I was always the crazy one
Who broke into the stadium
And I wrote your number
On the fifty yard line
You were always the perfect one
a horrible dream.""
Me, I want to get shot in the gut and bleed to death right there on the 50-yard-line,
and watch them all silently scream.
This is it,
When you walk in the room
No makeup on, hair falling loose
Just give me a wink, babe flash me a smile
I'm in a luxury box on the 50 yard line
First row
tapes, hold mics like shanks
Battlin', that's like a fight in the yard
Lines chase niggas down like Lieutenant Gerard
But I love it there, and some say
to give a shit
Why we made it to the fifty yard line
Nothing's ever good enough
Everything's fine
I feel like I'm wasting my time
You always run
her moist until she's puddling
Ended up cuddling
Fat Burger on deck with the onion rings
When we hit the 50 yard line
We gon' run a screen
Whoever in
No love for the haters
Mad cause I got floor seats at the Lakers
See me on the fifty yard line with the Raiders
Met Ali he told me I'm the greatest
been living in this downfall
The one you created to be the greatest do I stand wrong
Hand off 1 yard line we went the wrong way
Better than Seattle
the middle of the club with the rub-a-dub, uh
No love for the haters, the haters
Mad 'cause I got floor seats at the Lakers
See me on the fifty yard line
I reply heart eyes
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At the 45 yard line
I don't wanna kick it wit'cha
No photos, I'm focused on the bigger picture
tried
You can lose that home game
With the score tied
So damn close, second yard line
And you drop the ball, never felt so small
Or swallowed more pride
Smokey's on the trail, Davy's got his gun
cll you other boys better be on the run
50-yard line, Knoxville nights
Tennessee ball under stadium lights
Thinkin' back to us on our backs on that fifty yard line
Waiting on those Friday night lights to go black
Layin there with you looking up at those
heiroine
She's my heroine
Got high on the 50 yard line
Cops showed up and got fined
They chased us round the bend
We sat on the hill at nighttime
Just
your own back yard
The lines on my face
Are a map to a place
That nobody else ever has gone
I try to escape
But it's useless I always
End up finding
a freestyle
And you lied about your age, you was 21
Never ever make a move with an empty gun
I go to war, never fold
Snipe you on the 50 yard line why you
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