Lyrics:
an adventure
I tell them that I
Drink too much
Feel too much
I don't give a fuck
I've lost touch
Too much
Green filled in the dutch
Until my mind is crushed
Too
Yeah, be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way, nigga
Some real shit right here, nigga
This will be the realest shit you
like fuck nikkas shoutout to Trouble
Chasing that green Chasing that flubber(Ha)
Rumbled in that jungle
Fighter not a lover
Shawty childish Aka Donald
with the light
Fuck around, took a nigga bitch, now a nigga wanna start a fight
Nigga wanna take me out the zone
Workin' out, liftin' this strong
I
lightin' the green
I need the bucket, even though I look right in the beam
Judge find out it's my team, he boost they bails
Niggas throw us on they album
bitch I'm ballin', bitch I'm ballin
I fuck her once, don't call her
My niggas gettin' that green
We in a different league
NBA, never broke again
Never
need each other more than ever, don't leave me by myself..
[Chris]
Young Chris... (check it)
Young Neef..
Together for ever, Neef & see
I give
of those guys
Interesting concept, yes it is but I can answer that by telling you that (Yo)
Those lovely moments
I play Daphnis and Chloe (Yo my boy we
a group artist that wanna fuck up the scene
I'm causing, the world to shake with no fat motherfuckers falling
It's all green, watermelon, wads of cash
Is
sprawled all across the wall
And all about my dollars make me wanna holla
Drop an album, sell a million
Give a fuck about tomorrow
I know it's gettin' crazy
I told you boys Juicy J is on that M-Town
Got that cheese coming in choking green by the pound
I'm rolling with the Three 6, let 'em peep this
Make
and sirens, niggas open fire
Bunch of Thug Life niggas on the rise, until I die
Ask me why I'm a boss player gettin' high
And when I'm rollin' by niggas can't
nation
But I can't justify trips to the gas station
I'm pacin' 'cause fuck threebuck gas litres
Anyone you meet these days have a stashed heater
Buy-back
Lake Erie sitting pearing at the green water
Life still in hell, but oh well, save my son and daughters
Michael Jackson in my headphones
Albums in
at the world
I got my grass green
And it's that simple
It's that simple right there
Right in front of you
This album ain't for your eyes it's for your ears
until the album drop
So just stay tuned
You best believe I'm gon stack this green till it blue
Hate how everyone watching how I move
Stacking up my views
by day
So if you think you're different
You're probably gay no hetero
All my philosophy comes from Nintendo
Always thought I sucked
Found out that I
Still got love for the team
Still got love for the cream
Still got love for the green
And i still got love for the streets
And I still got love for
deceased
I’m cooking a feast
Where I’m making a speech call me the priest
Spreading the message
Fuck with the lesson I’m blessing
I’m making an album way
can see your album coming
That shits like a sucker punch
Here for breakfast, fuck for lunch
Dinner time she bring a friend
Write my shit so
the music in they ears, they would have lost it
The seventh album by a musician they both revered
First time this planet heard it, let's call it a world
don't make you hella green
It Just makes you hella green
And I've been feeling heavenly
Ever since the day I picked up my pen and started to write my sins
Off my 9, off my roll
Have a toast
Off of 9, by the hour off payroll
Off the wage, on the wave
How it goes
Stream sales don't mean nothing
But a post
anticipation of having niggas waiting
For that album, it's like cutting off your circulation
I used to say I couldn't live without my radio
But in this day
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