Lyrics:
Only saw her face, it was healin' all my suffering
Mental in the gutter, gimme pills, heart fluttering
I got some people by my side, side, my side I got
The I-numerals across country Speakers bumping it's beautiful Books and bread Turn some heads Weave the threads of reality by being Soul free enough to see that I
a nigga turned Blood, I came out the blue
They like, "Damn who's Drake, where's wheelchair Jimmy at?"
On my Chris Brown shit, I'm still here, gimme that
Look, Look
I want some money
Gimme the lolly
I want the Gucci,Fendi and Louis
Toss me some dollars (Hey)
I gat the homies (Who)
I spend like Beyoncé
So many faces
Flowers in some vases
Give it to my Ma
Take her to the movies
Icee, red blue, Kung fu, nice
If I fell back
It's nothing
Find me in a bag
Blickky hold the fifty uh
Run get done like Ricky uh
Sayin that you got when I don’t I’m like bitch gimme some
Bullets is for anyone
And I cant
like
But you know, niggas know what's up with me since, since a lil boy
Yeah, uh, uh, uh
I'll come through catch a body in some Red Balenciagas
Riding
a haystack
Where'd you go?
If I come back, I'll let you know
Needle in a haystack
Where'd you go?
If I could fly
I'd float through the door
Gimme some more
Vibing on adrenaline so gimme the night
Back in the coffin by the morning
Not a fan of the light
I'm gonna paint this town red
Leave it in fright
Went from
the reefer to ease my mind
Swig some wine, step on the block with the rocks
But Willie be servin em clemency
Gotta buck him on down if he come back talkin
Like
ain't yours, take it!
If it's gone to sleep, you wake it!
If it ain't broke, break it!
Gimme some words I can live by
Gimme commandments to know
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I live by the old rules
Like the old school eses
Boyle Heights
PRIMO
Orale!
Big Luis
RIP OG Jose Solis
One for the town
East 14th
Roddy
the champion sound (swerve)
Believe, believe (swerve)
Believe, believe (swerve)
Yugh! It's prime time, my top back, this pimp game, ho
I'm red leather,
Gotta make that money so I can be free
I knew too late root of knowledge grew on trees
Tryna live my life by paying back my debt
The worlds' gone
Because this country is made up
By guys like me
There's no relief in sight
For the common man
Now we really need some paper
Before it hits the fan
It
the back and forth
We'll fight it out some more
Gimme uh-oh when you run
Gimme uh-oh when you win
Gimme uh-oh if you're done
Just gimme some
Uh-oh uh-oh
lookin for the bud, and the brew
And some X with a broad with some thug in her jewels
(Got Sex) 6 uniforms all on my back
I was gone chill to, they didn't
Like a screen pass
The straps hang off of the arm
Like it's a lean bag and I can box
This right hand'll lean Cass'
I take him back to the early 2000's
the pedal in that hood
I sit in the back of the room
Legs crossed, melting wax
Another free drink so soon?
All good, knock it back
Red lights, heart
Feels like I've been here in a Minute
It's a long way back from when I Didn't have nothing
Was you really thinking you can Play in my position
kickback
Eyes red, pass me the Jay then I sit back
Aw fuck
I don't smoke, but today I don't give a fuck
Pour another cup and im bouta get fucked up
Paper
Wanna hit it from the back, baby that's perfect timin
Side by side, you and I, would you watch my back?
I guess the fact of doin what we doin, see that's
[Chorus]
Back Back Back Back gimme 50 feet
Or I'ma grab the gat and hit a nigga with the heat
Back Back Back Back gimme 50 feet
Don't try to gimme
back with a vengeance
And back to back Benzes, back to back winnin'
Rap failed, oh well, gimme back my scale and a burn out cell, I'll grow clientele
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