Lyrics:
He said that's ammi
That is ammi, but my amnes' way more potent
I wanna fly away for a moment
I wanna say I dropped four bricks in the ocean
you talkin' like you just moved a couple bricks
Yeah, them Brooklyn niggas do be 'bout that bullshit
I got a couple shooters ridin' with a couple straps
You hang around all pigs like you McLovin
I shove a freakin' prick inside a fuckin' brick oven
You niggas fake like mall cop, Paul Blart
I run you over
dick,
Hypnotized by this shit that I spit, ya
Slow flow new flavor in yo ear,
I used to swear mane talk was cheap,
Now I'm in it 20 thousand feet,
though
Inside my closet's a million options
I put on all black like a funeral
I hop out the plane in pajamas
I do this shit daily, I don't even plan
sit in
'Cause my decisions were conflicted with thoughts of tryna fit in
Picture bein' labeled the "Smart Kid" and often
Kids talked shit, but they
that shit went by fast
I went to jail and you went to class
I'm feeling so hard that I feel like I'm Taz
All of my bitches they gotta have ass
I cannot
don't want to hear your fucking crap, this is the one place your shit doesn't sell
If you don't do right oh man you'll get the back of our hand we'll meet
I started smoking and drinking till my kidneys ah burn
then my yout came I had to
Adjust and get me some work
labouring picking up bricks
holding is golden
(Hurt Everybody) Southside nigga, seen a whole lot of shit
6-Point stars and a whole lot of dope
With a shooter that'll miss; that's
menopause in your moms before you were born
Technically you don't even exist, God
A flick of the wrist, you'll be gone
Lost in limbo like pink shit
hat ballin big rigga
Kurupt:
I got a half a ounce
And a 'four to bounce
Half a brick to flip
Large amount accounts
Live
But I'll be standing here
Until these building bricks come down
We can keep rocking y'all
Until the cops start firin' rounds
This is for the children
victim when I'm taking the blame for
Those who slept, crept he stepped on my
Ego, D.O.P. come ghetto legal
[D.O.P.]
Damn, we're saying fly weak dope shit
I'm going out of my mind one step at a time.
I can't seem to find a way to get up out of the grind.
And it's pulling me down like a ton of bricks
Heaven's Gate
Watch the world gyrate -- fuck it
If there's a hole in the bucket, I'll plug it
If your fat body talkin' shit, then I'll slug it
Scared
ever flip no brick
I just got the pack
And copped some shit off Saks
Then fucked a bitch she bad
I'm committed to the bag
Glock wit a laser ain't playing
Keep di vision like a tunnel, yuh see?
Eyes pon di prize
Great, man, continue
Ears lock off a shit dem a talk
Focus pon di tings on mi own
don't even know to be honest
Run that shit back, back to the part where he was honest
Never mind, dishonest, but he became deuterogamist
As in he
ne Kette mit VVS kein Moissanite
Ja und in meiner Hood werden Bricks verteilt
Bitch ich komme im Coupe wenn ich wieder slide
Ich und Dex ja wir chasen
my daddy got it tatted on me
Nigga I ain't never lacking got the ratchet on me
Realest nigga you then met
Shit just ask the homies
He showed loved
time
I beef the clock why u tryna tick
In this sim
The skin my character in OP as shit
That’s big wiz maxed out the brim just floating tru nuttin doin
choppa hoodville never miss
Niggas bitches so we hitting licks ain't even building they're just moving bricks
Shawty want this I'mma cop three
She's with
Huh, we still gon’ get it in
Shea butter brick too big for my bag
So I got the same scars grandaddy had
Still playing catch up
I’m barely catching cabs
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