Lyrics:
a gyal, she got a n*gga feel like prince swanny
The way we catch 22, I make her p*ssy talky
You have a only fans, so you know that your p*ssy cloggy
Had
sliding by
But hit the weed tip first cause my clique got to be riding high
Cause it feels so good
[Chorus]
It feels so good how we kick it in the hood
highly addictive
Especially when you're used to havin' money to live with
I thought step back look at my life as a whole
Ain't no love it seems the devil
Just cause I'm motivated by a lot of cheese
When trees by the p's
And fuckin' fine fee's and 3's with ease
For sure the skilled poets
Within in
Like me, I'ma have to show you how to do the right things
Thinking that I'm stupid and I know it might seem
Baby, no one's perfect so I'm boutta
A shit about the general P
P-probably, how could I possibly
Be the real me when they just won't let me be
Or let me embrace my psychopathy
They just keep
weed up for e'ryone to know me
T-G-O-D
In the club, popping bottles, blowing weed by the O-Z
T-G-O-D
And you know I'm getting cash cause I'm all about
Corona, stop the coughin' on me (yeah)
The last nigga ran up on me, in a coffin, homie (damn)
I know the feds listen to me, they my competition
Couldn't
I appreciate all the fake love cause it, it made me realize
How to spot negative energies and tell the fake from the real lies
It's theorized
Maybach with the ceiling missing
Selling chickens, I don't talk too much I know the feds be listening
Get it by my lonely
Get it by my lonely
We out here
by smoking weed in a beat up sedan
Still talk to God about that shit that only He understands
How I be dreaming of the stars but keep my feet in
was only right I showed her my bench
Let my mans hit, when the fan hit
We spendin' all these bills on liquor
Figured Jersey love his teams
But still
even know shit
Interrogated by detectives , but I don't even know shit
Got a show, can't bring my pole, I ain't even goin
Smokin' woods back to back,
away
I'm forever P all I know is stay eating and I stay feed plates
If you want to you can meet me by the lake
I just marched some bands finna pop my
Notorious biggie ready to Die
Snappin off my dome ain gone bring my homies back
But Living by the gun just might get a krakka clapped
R I P
The industry
All
cartel
I know they waiting on me to fail
Odds against me i still prevail
Apply pressure giving em hell
If I'm being for real fuck how you feel
Thought you
that weekend
So fuck love, fuck it all, I'ma ride by my lonely
Me, myself and I, only people that know me
Ain't no bitch that's ride or die, put that
over here, so follow me
Through the fog like I'm S-N-double-O-P, let me guide you through the smoke, G
If only I wasn't travellin' down this road by my
the vision
She a boss lady and down with the mission
Yea thats my baby, I'm her black daddy
I'm the only family that she gon' need
Something like a P, but more
It's Two Eazy
One thing about the Grind
Is you gone be by yourself
Along the ride
They switchin up
So I focus on wealth
If I call you fam
It's love
told her I'm a rockstar, she already knew that
"Dovah, how you do that?"
Ima get my mood back
She just wanna play me
I know she don't love me
Tell me why
dat
Blow that back out, never back down
From shit I know can't touch me
Dawg - why your hoe so touchy
Money only thing I got my eyes on
On the road
know we're in the house
East Coast! (Nigga)
10031 is where my zip is
Livin how I live up in the trenches
Run through a bodega like I ain't got
I'm in three 6, the most known unknown
As long as they know we the ones when we come home
I love how you know they the locals by the love they show
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