Lyrics:
would've guessed
That in my future years, I'd be stressin'
Some say the ghetto's sick and corrupted
Plus my P.O. won't let me hang with the brothers I
the soldier's half
You speakin' hogwash, silly shit, broke to dash
I got the live sparked, Phillies lit, smoker's jacket on
The son of a Cap-ricorn, my dad's
You see my car? It's my best friend
So it you touch, you'll meet your end
Time will tell, just keep it cool
Don't play that game, don't be no fool
"Blacks are too fuckin broke to be republicans"
In this land I can't stand or sit
and not get shit thrown up in my face
A brotha never gets
my high breakin' rules
You got ya P's mixed up
You ain't no pimp
You's a forty
I spit for major mix
While you make tapes for ya homie
my truth, don't be his fool
Peeped his moves but played it cool
Played the field he broke the rules
I'm gone always be number one
Got too much game
belts across her ass
But you see doc
I really don’t know why that I even killed her
But to be honest, that’s my baby
And I’m sad, cuz I miss her
Once upon
the westside of Bompton
You know, he go by Jay Worthy
(Aww I know that nigga, I like that shit)
You feel me this nigga from Broadway (Who?)
G Perico (That's my
by my place
Thick ass bitch, said her name was Grace
She walked in the door workin' lace
You shoulda seen that look that was on my face
She's like
by my place
Thick ass bitch, said her name was Grace
She walked in the door workin' lace
You shoulda seen that look that was on my face
She's like
2021 Rap Up
Talk to 'em, Tommy
You know every year, at the top of the year, it's my time
Y'all be waitin' for me to talk reckless
Respectfully,
P's like vegetables
Now that bih caint feel her face
Caint judge yo methods, Cool
But no cheddar moves
Like thug get the fuck out my face
On za feel
said I needed P's they
Tried to send me cunch
It's fucking real that
Them niggas think they're putting on
For you by buying chains
Try and send that gold
my high breakin' rules
You got ya P's mixed up
You ain't no pimp
You's a forty
I spit for major mix
While you make tapes for ya homie
speak to me if you ain't grown
I wrote this shit off the top of the dome
She broke my heart and it's chrome, this why I smoke by my own
I did this shit
to give my tithes away
But I'm still getting washed like Tide detergent
And all them real friends turned to associates
When you shared all you had like
kitty cats
You mad about sum p*ssy not my fault that i already tapped
If she ugly but she thick bet she get hit from the back
If she pretty with no a**
on
She had another buddy, came by my place
Thick ass bitch, said her name was Grace
She walked in the door wearin' a lace
You shoulda seen that look
When you hustle hard they gone notice
Aquafina my checks water baby
I was broke I been balling lately
Ex women they been calling lately
I been in
like which one you working?
My foot on they neck like they wearing a turtle
I grew up with killer I was raised by the murders
Walk in yo hood and they
shit behind my back but never in a nigga's face
When you say my name just make sure you say he's the great
And life's good, cool cool, was so sweet mate
(Ini mini manimo catch a pussy nigga, hold him up by his toe)
I remember them days I was broke, I was down on my ass
Had to get up and get it
Now
the goons pray, I'm knowing how this shit go
Real Lakeside baby, I do it for my kinfolk
Tell me what's the word, you must not heard, I'm stormin' by
pray, I'm knowin' how this shit go
Real Lakeside baby, I do it for my kinfolk
Tell me what's the word, you must not heard, I'm stormin' by demand
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