Lyrics:
Now here's a little story I've got to tell
About three bad brothers you know so well
It started way back in history
With Adrock, MCA and me, Mike
Someone show me how to love
I ain't talking bout a fat bitch touch
Tryna give a poor cold kid hugs
I guess it's more than a you and me talk
Put my speakers
whenever I'm with you
So girl whatever you do
Just remember love is a motion
You got to hold on tight
When you know it's right
Everybody, everybody
at the end of the inscent)
Burn slow, burn slow (Niggas ain't got kids)
Burn slow, burn slow, burn slow
Nobody open the door
Homie I blow by the "O"
Burning
And it's scaring us both to death
How bout we do it the way we did when we were just kids
And we didn't know what we had
It's going by fast, gotta slow
I got a plug on 'em
Boss shit, that's what I do, you know I do it best (yeah)
Right hand tied, I start whipping with the left
Life sentence,
Got to no trailer, you gotta move
Now it's on to Texas and to (Georgia)
They tell you what they want, show you what they want you to see
But they
it's hot just wait for the summer
Numero uno if you asking my number
Covid got 'em wearing a mask
It's a mask still under
Another mass shooting
Won't
right now
You made a place in my home, so why find a new place
And you left your stuff in my drawer
On every level you had a space
All through the nights
life
Flee while you can, it's really your final chance
I'm a menace with the midi and the mic in my hand
Like a shield in the left and in the right is
wasn't coo' (it wasn't)
I hope you still love me, if you do
If you know me, then you knew (then you knew)
That this whole time just a lil' kid, who hasn't
right
Bring it back and let me see you squat aye
Let me see you squat
Left left right right
Bring it back and let me see you squat aye
Bring it back
grants if you got a problem
Here
Lil nigga go put it up
Kushy need fronto n raw
Go roll it up
I ain't here for no goofy stuff
I be the one that's going up
It's a new wave, nwa, trick it how you want it, and it's all I got to say
The fame ain't changed me, I still don't fuck with you, niggas
I still be
stay on the right path to get that cake
You want a million better know your math don’t make mistakes
This is it I’m the one I want to head to a new place
the new album, I'm missing my only friend
You have everyone around you, with thirty names a day?
I don't see what it is? I mean, you
Not like you don't
here to set things right!
Got a chip on my shoulder, I'm the prick you can't ignore!
Ain't confined by your sick words, no, not anymore!
I'll chew you
spend it, get it right, hold on
You know I spend it, get it right back
Call up Great John, get a nigga boomed
And it's R.I.P. Pop, we gon' shake
back
I know how to get you back
It's Fendi and Louie delivered
Got Vicky and Gucci together
New channel, something cute with denim
Big Balloons
see me and you know
I refuse to fake it
Yea I got a queen at home
I love when she get naked
And I got a bunch of kids
Man I love me some babies
Yea I
then he shook it to the right
So icey brick boys got it all night
These lame ass niggas aint got no fight
Kick in my door we gon shoot out all night
Home
to swim
Then you've got to be
You may think that's it enough
Just to keep your head above
But you've got to swim down
If you want to breathe
It's
I could tell you all the way how life sucks
Watching videos tryna bust the right nut
Think about it now he was like what
Dont listen to what i say
that new party army came marching right up the stairs
When johnny comes marching home again
Nobody understands it can happen again
The sun is
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