Lyrics:
(Ugh)
I'm tryna give you free game, he tryna raise you (yeah yeah)
Pain drugs and these lies, I can see it in your eyes
I just hope you don't leave my
games
Cough it up or we’ll both be screwed
Sick of I'm sick of
Getting hurt by you
Wake up, we’ll make up
That never seems to do
Just go fuck my life up
on game girl feed my brain
Small minds can't relate
I'm intrigued by what you say
You got this flavor bout' you baby
Ignite my flame, we got bigger dreams
sing it bring it now sing it
Bring it to me right now
Yo dj drop this
Guna show them how
First of all let me start by saying
cs you hear this music
bring it sing it bring it now sing it
Bring it to me right now
Yo dj drop this
Guna show them how
First of all let me start by saying
cs you hear this
dirty I feel all alone
You aint make it no better parents always beefin
Escaped an seen grandma for a weekend
Gotta clear my mind Pressure what is you
& I say
Ass up, face down
Hit it once, hit it twice
We can meet up on the deep end, and we can party on the weekend
Yeah the time fly by, yeah the time
We goin' be
Partying with girls
With the squeeze tight jeans
It's an Eastside thing
Weekend scene
Ain't got a lot of money
But the freestyles free
It's time to get busy
In this motherfucka
Like we always do about this time
It's the weekend, let's go
Party and lose control
Me and my friends get
My enemies scatter in suicidal situations
Never to witness the wicked shit that they was facing
Pockets is packed with presidents, pursue your riches
want it
No
I can't want it anymore
Something has changed within me
Something is not the same
I'm through with playing by
The rules of someone
The black man in America is blind
Don't know who he is and he don't know the time
He's in the dope game with the caine and the crack, got a gat
20
want it
No!
I can't want it anymore
Something has changed within me
Something is not the same
I'm through with playing by
The rules of someone
want it
No!
I can't want it anymore
Something has changed within me
Something is not the same
I'm through with playing by
The rules of someone
every weekend when I'm speaking out my lines
Imma ‘bout to get mines reaching for the dollar signs
But at the same time you need to read between the lines
party
I coulda shagged Don and I shoulda shagged Carley
Venice at the weekend with my black Barbie
Feel like Beckham, Lamborghini and black Harley
Uh,
wicked life is bad
Shey you see dey don dey vex
now dey wan dey attack
No dey envy no dey hate your brother man
life na turn by turn just wait till it’s
of Legends
I don't mind, we can make ultimate's scrap
Then it's congratulations, GG
Good game, that's what I mean by GG
Good sportsman, even if you defeat
waking up by your side
Act like you don't, like you don't
Let's play a little game and pretend
Like you don't know where I go on the weekends
When you
in the children
Life keep happening
We bout a purse
Main objective
Don't end up on a shirt
Keep perspective
And prepare for the first
Cuz thirty go by
It Won't Last Through the Weekend by Emily Kinney
He's a kiddie ride.
I'm a little too tall
And we both know the ways He like to make you small
brought the ointment
I live and die by the pen, and Kaarmaa coming heavy for you
You can tend the rabbits, Lennie, this a game of mice and men
I've come
THEM ALL DOWN
THEN YOU REALIZED THE DAMAGE THAT WAS DONE,
AND YOU KNEW THE GAME WAS FAR, FAR FROM OVER.
IT'S UNFOLDING, ACHING TO BE WICKED.
IT'S
No rest for the wicked
Twisting, turning words in wicked ways
I must be more wicked than I thought
'Cause I feel like I've been rapping nonstop for
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