Lyrics:
yo' boy (oh, oh)
Now to see you at twenty-three, all I can say is (yeah, yeah, yeah) (oh, oh)
Ooh (ayy), ooh
Man, I don't need no hook for this
us
Take it, take it, take it like you love it now
Calling all the lost boys
With your bellies aching
Meet me down by the boat docks
I know what
He was born in Big Beaver by the borderline
He started playing hockey by the time he was nine
His dad took the hose and froze the back yard
of what I've got and what I'm dealt
I'm walking down this trail, call me Roosevelt
By my side is Method, he ain't tepid, all intrepid
All you skillless
Let's go outside
In the east, the west, the North, the south side
Take a little time to appreciate the sunshine
Appreciating life cuz I didn't have
schedule
Reputation live by it or die trying
I’m looking for the riches u looking to get signed
Alpine
20 inches beat your back
Bench pine
What u Ridin so
They liars, at the end of the day, we're fuckin' survivors
I remember watchin' Scarface the first time
Look at that big house, that Porsche paid for by
right behind 'em in the Porsche drop
Linen soft top, sick chain with 20 point rocks
Take your bitch, why wouldn't I?
The whip got chrome shoes, cream
right behind 'em in the Porsche drop
Linen soft top, sick chain with 20 point rocks
Take your bitch, why wouldn't I?
The whip got chrome shoes, cream
And little did I know I made myself a fucking wreck
Only twenty-three and I'm dying to die
Don't wanna see the world end what I'm alive
Just give me anything
and side by side (Side)
They try run, but they never got far
So they both got boy side by side
Ten years, I been lettin' them know
How we bully this beef,
They try run, but they never got far
So they both got boy side by side
Ten years, I been lettin' them know how we bully this beef
Not once did I lie
it'll take em years to bite it
Which the greatest fears I don't write it it just appears outta no where like da
Information contain by the phycic like it
head Games better
Little boys hearts might end up in Half
Letting you know that your gonna Regret her
No, I won't leave to whole ting Empty
We out here
wit a cero
Pull up to yo city squad deep in a bad mood
Only got one arm but I'm still finna clap you
The plot armor can't save you boy
You came back
your eyes open
Infect every body mass destruction
Timeline of lies
Delivered prepped for your assumption
Forget the ghosts of times past twenty twenties
a bummer, I’m little boy blue
And you are the drummer
Plumbers hop through kingdoms for the princess
Don't see the castle but I’ll walk across the frozen pond
to town
There's also the nutcracker and silent night
And little drummer boy and the twelve days of Christmas
And to top it off auld lang syne
And ring in
hoes by 6 pack
Hit em wit da get back
Don’t know where he get dat
Said he bout it, he can’t get his shit back
Can’t nobody fit dat
His bitch so we
on course
Because he's guided by
The invisible force
He drives a kooky green Chrysler
Bad as anybody's Porsche
He's a working class drummer
He's
gum stuck
Boy, you needa wreck a check
Done did some dumb stuff
But I ain't got no regrets
Even if the 20's been giving all our heroes a death
Guess
right behind 'em in the Porsche drop
Linen soft top, sick chain with 20 point rocks
Take your bitch, why wouldn't I?
The whip got chrome shoes, cream
sailin'
The way I bring it to ya hon
Leave another stuck my scoop is how I get it done
There goes the little drummer boy so purumppapumpum
It's Grand Puba
I'll see the sun again
But tonight...I am...The Little Drummer boy
Tonight...I am...the one who will destroy
The secrets never told before
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