Lyrics:
the blue
Don't get lost by fleeting thoughts
No one knows better
We only live our time
Ay yeah yeah yeah
Ay yeah yeah yeah
No one knows better, yeah
No one
live life
Try stick around and make through to my kids life, yeah
This is our moment, ain't no holding us back, time to own it, yeah
Shining bright
These boys ain't fresh like me, boy
You niggas need a stylist
Gucci, VLONE, I put that shit on, yeah
Chrome Hearts, Bottega, I put it on, yeah
Yeah, yeah, Cowboys, Cowboys
P.O.C. Cowboys
Yeah, grab your 4'4
Grab your Dirty Harry
Get on your horse
Live by the gallop all through the whole
And if life a bitch suck my dick huh?
And I bet she fucked the whole clique, huh
By the way nigga, you should fuckin' quit, nigga
Just forget it, you
Ooh yeah, ooh yeah, ooh yeah, ooh yeah, ooh yeah
Ooh yeah, ooh yeah, ooh yeah, ooh yeah
Ooh yeah, ooh yeah, ooh yeah, ooh yeah, ooh yeah
Ooh yeah
up
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, we goin' up
So imagine in your mind the best of times
It's the party in the sky when we travel by
Mine focus on our
arm as my Piaget (Woo!)
If I leave today, throw the keys away
But I'mma live today, I wanna see tomorrow, I wanna lead the way, aow!
Yeah, I'm
, y'all
Yeah, yeah-ya'll
MLK, he had a dream, like JFK
Both shot, instead
By bullets fired with so much hate
We march instead
We took the streets with BLM
I just got paid, yeah
Got a whole lot of money on my hustle
'Cause I grind everyday, yeah
Now it's time to get paid, yeah
Whether hitting
eat jam
Then I go have tea with my Nan (hello, Nan)
I ain't seen my Nan in time (hello, Nan)
Yeah, her grandson's fine
Honest, I prayed, don't know
salad, yeah)
Made by my Uncle Darryl (made by my Uncle Heaven)
(Stir that potato salad Heaven, yeah, like that, yeah)
Sugar tea, potato salad
(Sugar
it
Yeah, it turns me on
Alright, hold tight
I'm a highway star, yeah
Nobody gonna take my girl
I'm gonna keep her to the end
Nobody gonna take
what you got
By tryna live up to what you not
I think he lost the plot, plot
Woo, yeah, I been rolling on a lot
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm rolling Zaza
lacking love
It's Kellz, your music weatherman
Wayne Williams our in house DJ ya'll, uh
Uncle Live, uncle Love, the stepping twins
I see you
Regina
came through the port
Live by the code die by the code
so much cane done came thru this city we named 40th street Bird Road
Who made Opa-Locka? Who knows
Alright
They say that it's a boy now
I hear 'em talkin'
So I guess that I'm the man now
Uh!
Told myself: "Take the bulls by the horns"
Yeah
Now I'm ridin'
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, speak to 'em Jazze)
I (yeah, fly guy)
I'm way more fly than you (that's right)
I'll take your dime from you (that's
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, speak to 'em Jazze)
I (yeah, fly guy)
I'm way more fly than you (that's right)
I'll take your dime from you (that's
night it was a dream
This morning a fantasy
Back when the only fan I had was a fiend
Meet me by the Acura cause the cops like
To get help from
your vision
You will find your way
Yeah, yeah, ooh yeah
I may not fit the mold
May not do what I'm told
I will not be swayed
By the things that they
new one day
And God did it
Yeah we came our the trenches baby
Looking kind of spiffy baby
Uncle Fred was all about that bread and he was jiffy baby
RIP
wasted lives
And only one or two get recognized
But what good is a medal when you're dead? tell Uncle Sam I said
I ain't goin' to war for a shit
foreigners never did shit me
All of those wasted lives
And only one or two get recognized
But what good is a medal when your dead? tell Uncle Sam I said
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