Lyrics:
feel like I felt about 2 years ago
My days are the same, they goin' by slow
I don't go to sleep, I'm hearin' the birds cry
I don't give time to haters,
percent)
Free car shit,
We gon’ hit out the whip.
Weezy F. walkin’ down, nigga,
Don’t get flipped.
Chanaynay the mask,
When I go on a lick,
Two tone 30s
We throw them 2s up with the 1s with em
You owe me money you done with him, yeah
We throw them 2s up with the 1 with em
You owe me money you done
Rewind the clip
Yeah, I'll start by taking back
It's Spring of '17
Sitting shotgun there in my car
You said celebrities are sad, no matter how big or small
lens
My body hit sixty-seven a veteran,
Know that there's like sixty-two I'm regretting then
Maybe like two of which i feel were heaven sent
Maybe like
they're taking toll
If you've been bad, Lord, I bet you have
And you've not been hit by flying lead
You've not been hit by flying lead
You'd better
And peel his cap before he tells the facts
I grab my vest two nines and hit the floor
Asked God for protection and hit the door
I reached the crew and said
the book
A Mastermind
Never do a thing irrational
Lives forever, these tales are classical
Velvet bow ties, bulletproofs in the tux, when I roll by
In
slain last summer by a cocaine runner
A new year is dawning, new crews is forming
Rival gangs warring blood steadily pouring
The streets are deep Son
goals
Yeah I'll take two pair of those
I love the way my toes feel in the cyberfoam soles when I'm doin shows
Who knows, I'm prepared to go to and fro
All
name alone can't be denied
2 8 1, 3 3 oh, eight zero zero fo'
Hit Mike Jones up on the low cause Mike Jones about to blow
2 8 1, 3 3 oh, eight zero
to see me but not too bright clean trim
Got that shit two days ago but fresh still how I'm feelin
Contemplated asking her out, I'm impatient
Should I wait
yo (jump) yo (jump)
(first family) for the two (oh) oh (oh)
Follow instructions! crews, listen!
Who, is it? move (bounce!)
First family move
All negatives around me yeah they gotta go
Relationships I lost while I been in album mode
All for a purpose dawg and the greater good
Been
don’t fake moves, I scrape crews
I make brothers break food just give me a
Beat with a bass groove
I’m mad funky ask the experts ‘cause I’ll
Make you bob
million dollars so that I can put my crew on
40 and a blunt you can tell that I am 2 on
Droptop Bird, I been riding with the roof gone
We got that paper
into it
Two separate albums dissin', I just did a Kim to it, nigga, skim through it
Me and Savage had the hoes drippin' wet at shows, almost had
I'm back again
Been here since way back when, now let that shit begin
This album 2 but this song was written before the first
My mind racing, I
reguila, brinca and the choppa gon hit ya
Hit ya hit ya hit ya
Olha o opp na minha mira brinca and the choppa gon hit ya (2x)
Já tou bem grosso desde o
the crazy rat
They attack to mack to move him off the map
Could never tell I fell, to hell and back
It's beautiful, the mic makes hits
To the dirty,
got no one, then go have some fun by yourself
But whatever you do, don't let the door knob hit you on the way out
[Chamillionaire]
Niggaz was throwing
production's tight
Sometimes I might catch a severe case of writer's block
But by the end of the day you'll be on my jock
My name's Malik my hobby's putting
got that Pac, Big L, Pun eternity flow
I got that blowing that weed, taking that last drag in
And tossed in the infirmary glow
I'll hit your broad in
but these hoes love my accent
She came up to me and said, "This the number to dial"
If you wanna make it number one, you're number two now
Mix that
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