Lyrics:
my truth
Too young for blues
Too young to choose
Too young to be confused
Too young to watch my parents bury their son
Blame myself for not being
rehabilitate 'em, that's the sheriff's story
So what's left, the judge goes deaf
When you try to tell your side
And you ain't blue eyed
Boy you better duck
brothers?
Cause by killing him just made
His words teach others
Like Martin Luther King he preached peace
Like the West East beef finally
That shit is rotten
feel say me play boy
Like nintendo or a ps five
Couple mill haffi fine, bruckk life a game style
Shorty swing e lita, me have e hash tray
Hitsong
One, two
Go ahead, throw a chain on, nigga
Tell them boys where you came from, nigga
Tell them boys why I stay up late
Tryna say, tryna say,
bonfire
Hell with a Blair Witch, I tear up shit by the gunfire
Young esquire, wise guy extraordinaire
In the Forbes 2000, you best believe I'm in there,
bonfire
Hell with a Blair Witch, I tear up shit by the gunfire
Young esquire, wise guy extraordinaire
In the Forbes 2000, you best believe I'm in there,
Hi my name is Ben Godinez
You can call me Dubious
Yeah I'm kinda new to this
Wasn't real studious
Arrested as a youth and
Smokin' drinkin' sellin
on that)
I'd rather be judged by twelve than carried by six, my nigga
(I stand on that)
I'll build my own empire to give to my kids, my nigga
(I stand
drive em
Home theaters, can't Best Buy 'em
These niggas that I roll with
Don't let a single thing get by 'em
King pins and them drug lords
Chi-town,
and the country out Cool J-A-M-E-S
Fresh as a cliche but so is my forte
Disco is out Rhythm and blues is old news
P's and Q's keep me in your shoes
And you're
to Gary
I tip em like Ben and Jerry
We're in the special team
We kick it like Vinatieri
You listenin to the boy in the
Class that used to read slow
But now
sweet (e sweet)
Omo this life na game oh oh ah ah yeeee
No be luck I dey dominate
In the hustle no time to hesitate (hesitate)
All the broke boys dey
I'm coming from the place
I put my feelings and my struggles in the car and I just start a race
Blue lights blues lights flashing
All night all night
How you the king rockstar with a loose string?
Or loose change, old Donnie Brasco when the blues came
I went 2 Chainz when the group changed
Duffle
I earned a crown, they f****** with my sound
Hating on the boy, Where they do that
I ain't have a choice, I want blue racks
Finna make some noise, You
But ain't nobody working on a cure? My young boy
Y'all just regular, I'm an apex predator
Brim State fresh feathered up, etcetera
Nevertheless, I got
the road in my socks
Like who's gonna stop me? You? Him?
Weed in a cigarette, blue slims
Don't be an idiot, move smart
I've been killing it, new king
the road in my socks
Like who's gonna stop me? You? Him?
Weed in a cigarette, blue slims
Don't be an idiot, move smart
I've been killing it, new king
ain’t boning no fish
On my mama I should’ve been blew Color of the Benz blue
Don’t fuck with them old hundreds nigga like his Bens blue
Bad bitch sitting
Spice got theirs I want mines G
Still got love for my folks
Lil' Ric, E-A-Ski, and Sonya see
Big Worm, Young Ric, be -Boy, Mac Spoon, my whole click
the one but you ain’t my size silly
You're a sheep to the wolves, I’m the goat, like billy
I’m the goat, like billy, boy. Don’t act silly boy
Don’t dilly
can't rinse it, rinse it
Cant hold me down, I talk big shit, big shit
Cause I feel young, black and gifted, gifted
There's something about the boy
featuring Tragedy King Tee Grand Puba Def Jef Chubb Rock
(Chorus)
Keep control...
(Tradegy the Intelligent Hoodlum)
When
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