Lyrics:
defeat is how you getting by
Can't deny our economics likely why our issues climb
Lead the blind wit sheeted eyes praying that it ain't me tonight
Jesus
Fresh the OG, now it's a G.O.
Got the squad in this bitch case it pop off
Fresh, can you please tell these niggas I've been rich since the Hot Boys
Bad
dick sucked by a man befo'
But you gon' be the first you little trick ass hoe
Then you can tell me just how it taste
But before I nut I shoot some piss
You've been stranglin' me, danglin' me, playing me on your string
Pulling me close, spinnin' me loose, I've been blind to what's happening
But now I
a clock,time a tell, this nati boy live as hell like Channel 5,9,and 12, met a that behind the shell, she told me I was fine as hell, pulled off on my bike she
the greatest but I really doubt it
Been matted
Been at it
Blowing up
Bin Ladin
This isn't new to me
And I guarantee that there is nothing that you could do to me
to follow you lead
You've seen a side of me nobody can see
You were the only one that could have saved me
But it wasn't your job to save me
So now its fuck it
giggle
I was just a little boy
fucking relax man it happens
I was just 6 years old and I couldn't hand the sadness
and neither could anyone else
you write on something
That only brought you pain
Cause you and me could have been sweet heartache
You and me could have been best mistakes
You're
guess I could have it all
Lord, I'm twisted, I feel the stress that's hangin' on me,
And all this pain in my family they all depend on me.
Lord, I'm
know who's voice that it
Was that I heard but
It told me to go search for a cure
So now I move with the ease of the
Breeze in the race to cross last
you in high school nigga
Who you lyin' to man, nigga we ca' see straight through you like a x-ray nigga
Me I'm Gorilla you'd be me if you could
But I
on the landline
I could sell it by the pan
Or the gram in this
Scramble in the lamb like I
Got the shit pan-fried
So nasty and so classy
Have you lookin' like Ryan
it
I'm gon' catch it, catch it, catch it
Play it to the band cause Petey Pablo threw me a bone
so I could fetch it, fetch it
Me and Petey Pablo
to the stoplight, I gotta have a paper right
If you come back right then we can boog it
When I pull up to the stoplight, I gotta have a paper right
If you come
buttons and pull up and we be alone
Mmm, oh boy
But can we talk about it
I ain't a bird, I ain't gon squawk about it
You been geeked up, but a lame? I doubt
to ring (yeah),
come by your house boy you dismiss me,
next thing I know it's you texting me,
if you love me why you so mean (why you so mean)
can't get
quiet we beating our case
How you trap for five years and you on the same corner
You playing with me your bro spilling coronas
Ain't have to pull up inna
his ass
You can have her
(You can have her)
Just rollin by the Playboy Mansion...
[ VERSE 3 ]
I got me a, I got me a, I got me a, I got me a
Young
and robbed me blind
I don't know how to move on I need a sign
I think I'm in it right now
Flew the thirty five going sixty right now
Gems set up on the fingers
get cold, see my block been hot
50 give me the word
Niggas would have been pop
Fuck a interview nigga I get into you nigga
Enough hearin' 'bout what you
just let time pass me by
And every time you come to me
Before you leave you always cum for me
Even tho you been away
I know it ain't too late
For me
, quiz it like a geek
I call this pink kush my bird, I got it cheap
Cheep cheep
Light me up, we bout to take flight
Been down, we deserve to get high
I
Yeah
He was the most handsome in a class of twenty-two
And he knew it early on so his confidence kept growing
By thirteen he had been with every
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