Lyrics:
on face by a case the day
Get a new pair of shoes, you lookin' all fresh with a white pair of blues
I don't give a fuck about your color red or blue
I
hardcore..} (3X)
[Kool Keith]
Now your show's packed up, you're gassed up
I'm there you're scared
You just turned twat, looked away feelin
Like I’m divin’ off a mountain
Got me
Goin
Gon3
BIG TALK NO! chit-chat on the microphone I’ma killat on a fifty pack no time to kill cuz I’m in
Gzz just might pop
So don't stop, but I look at these niggas say why not
Cause I'm greedy for blue money fuck rap cause these rap niggas be too funny
like white on rice
Green stack wit a thick blue stripe
I need that in my zone
Blunt smoke cologne yeah
Pull up like a chef got the recipe
Best dressed no
Where kids can go play in harmony & peace
And no more daily harassment
By these crooked ass police
I watch it all as I sip my beer
Before I give up hope
I
at school is for me
Getting up at six, don't care if it's stormy
I fix up my face and I brush down my hair
Make my 30 minute trip, but before I get there
I
Out of town licks, and we been in love no need for PDA or any pics.
She had my back through the mud and the sticks.
When I slept on the floor she was by
looking for nikki
Whenever she is around, you know I come quickly
Vivid memories of Chicago, south side where I go
From Reggies to The House of Blues
up
Roll up Roll up Roll up
Roll up
Pull up like a lever
Talk to you my endeavor
That’s yo ex
I’m better
She get wet
I'm wetter
No twista
Tryna see if
Got a chicken, finger lickin
and it's all good.
Then I hook up South Park Mex
Big green bag of cess
Hoppin up and down like a Kangaroo
In my sky blue
no wonder she buy these
I brought my big bro cologne make sure we do not reek
You freestyling I got pencils for the beats nigga
South side reppin'
never a home
But in 2013 fam gave me a bro
And a year later it was time to leave
For the sake of paper our life would lead
To Houston Texas
Now I begin
faster than, like
And you heard what I said
When I up for you niggas heads, like
No cap, lil shh tried to run and caught a shot to his back like
I could
I'm from the dirty south where niggas go to prison just by word of mouth
Slangin quarter keys to make them G's is what it's all about
I was brought
weed
And I don't tell my hoes bye, I fuck 'em, get up and leave
And when I pass by the laws, I gotta switch up my speed
'Cause my spider on the highway,
weed
And I don't tell my hoes bye, I fuck 'em, get up and leave
And when I pass by the laws, I gotta switch up my speed
'Cause my spider on the highway,
And now it's coming to be
Lotta reasons for life
You struggling to get by
Just keep one thing in your mind
That God just want you to shine
I'm so I'm so
need no one else
(Else, else, else)
When I get those texts from you
I know you broke up
Probably filling your cup now
Only when you're feeling blue
Do
winter my season
Aye aye cold hearted she didn't need me
Aye aye no choice brother had to leave me
Aye aye look up grandma can you see it
Aye aye how I
counting up plenty
Double my shot wit sum Dusse or Henny
Hold all da rocks wrist got Many more
Beggin me to call, wanna talk What For
N***as know I ball no
my side, through the night
Hey girl
Look me in the eyes
No I'm not shy
I guess I'm terrified
Of fucking this up
Because of some love
Am I enough
For it
would you do for a blue Madiba?
(yeah uhh)
Raising the enemy
is raised by the enemy
I got no expectations
I'm more fearless than ever
no corners in
sister, I keep you by my side
You my friend, I swear your death I cry
He my brother
Imma shoot for my Patek
I could ball no harder
Ain’t no way that they
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