Lyrics:
by the G
Formula 1 the way she drivin' it, but I don't split the pie with it
I'm just servin' her the D, like a janitor with keys
Ain't no point in
all around, got my lungs all kinda sore
But I let death drag me down, before I don't light no more
Now where the fucks the AUX cord, the AUX cord
to look straight in the Eyes
I try to see the man I try to see the plan
I try to know what's on his mind
But I never thought that I'd have to stare
niggaz runnin your block
Sellin you shop, every weeks bag a couple hundered, don't stop
Hey yo, where your gun at, ooh that's nice niga run that
done and had enough
But I don't regret you
You taught me many lessons
Now I will correct you, by keeping it steppin
You'll be depressed now that you
I'm on snare
If I wasn't the underdog
It'd be beyond weird
Man, I'm used to the odds when they unfair
You see a kid in the attic
Up on the lawn chair
you
If you one of them motherfuckers
That be trying to prove
That you a thing but you ain't shit
Take a look at you
Bringing down everybody else's mood
on my mind, and I'm thinking green
See our future
Not everything can last, hit that gas
Then we gone in a flash
Smoking drones, don't look back
Fuck with
I bet I
Could have been a better man
I wanna be Zen but I
Go sipping on some medicine
Instead of meditation but I get
It while I can i don’t wanna
cleaning in a handmade Nigga, I am handmade
I see a nigga switch up quicker than a switchblade Man, that's getting played
Look, here's a fair trade Stop
were always rite by my side
It was just me and my baby
You were always down for the ride
Look at my past
Baby you made it clear to me
When I add up
that line
Was looking for a sign and God made you mine
Look I ain't perfect, got some flaws
Please don't judge me by the things I do
Ain't felt no love
scope, thermal detection
Makes me float, there is no question
Every man wants a little bit of love
Every girl wants a little bit of thug
When I look
hear a call in my mind
And no matter what I try
I'm haunted by the life I left behind
While the night is still faint, let's dream of the future
say too much more, let's get it
Look,
I love to make a mess on the beat, the way your cocoa butter leaves a mess on my sheets
ct my place been a hell
of you
Got rid of the old, grew and you made something new
Exactly what they said that you couldn't do
Now look at you, shit
You that motherfucking man
You
Bitches could've tapped twice
Could've spent the money on his
Family but he copped dice
Fuck it, now his chain look froze
Yeah so nice oh well, niggas
take a henny shot
In my long johns and socks
While you kick rocks down the Yellow Brick
Catch a bitch
Eenie meenie mine mo
By her toe
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Think of your fellow man, lend him a helping hand
Put a little love in your heart
You see, it's getting late, oh, please don't hesitate
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Think of your fellow man, lend him a helping hand
Put a little love in your heart
You see, it's getting late, oh, please don't hesitate
Put
Think of your fellow man, lend him a helping hand
Put a little love in your heart
You see, it's getting late, oh, please don't hesitate
Put
Think of your fellow man, lend him a helping hand
Put a little love in your heart
You see, it's getting late, oh, please don't hesitate
Put
Think of your fellow man, lend him a helping hand
Put a little love in your heart
You see, it's getting late, oh, please don't hesitate
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Hey momma look at me
Aren't you proud aren't you happy
I am a ladies man
I got my woman in the palm of my hand
I know she's only 12
I can't get
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