Lyrics:
in those parking lots
Popping pills in a heart shaped box
Two Dope Boyz with the bass that knocks
Still I remember
Every letter in the letters you
kid
Getting wasted by my lonesome till
I feel the hope come
Until i feel the hope come
Responsibility is knocking don’t run
Speeding with my seatbelt
Is there life outside?
Or am I I forever combined with this plight?
Staring outside, lookin' for light
To light up my mind, to light up my life
to describe myself
A low fuckin peasant
But now I can see the light
The tunnel is finally comin to an end
And after these sessions of talkin to you
A demon is
get me a bigger deal
I mop the floor with all you niggas, better watch the spill
Told you since like day one, I'ma keep it real
Yuta shoots to kill,
sniffing coke off of C-notes
You nothing like me tho, I'm Arnold, you’re Danny Davito
Live life, live everyday, we never live twice
Sauce boys, Lost Boyz
they might call me, but they gon' respect it
And I feel like you better off tryna call, I might not get the message
And she just tried to run off with
spiked out, I can trip a referee,
Tell by my attitude that I most definitely from…
In New York,
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of,
Theres
Eres malo, monte eres para tu (get up, get up, get up, get up)
Get up and do the biz, our style is the wild
Hit you with a spell whether Jew
Eres malo, monte eres para tu (get up, get up, get up, get up)
Get up and do the biz, our style is the wild
Hit you with a spell whether Jew
can't see things from his perspective
"You know, I know what you need
Look at me, don't text
Some brand new pussy will get
Your mind off your ex"
Thank
Got lean up in my cup now
Got purp up in my swisher
Got bitches all with me
Got my whole city with me
All the bitches getting jiggy
Nigga you better
they was hating for no reason
You better stay down with your people
You my bando brodie
We was selling them colours, crayons
Money so long, turn
they might call me, but they gon' respect it
And I feel like you better off tryna call, I might not get the message
And she just tried to run off with
can't call my old plug cuz I ran off twice
Nigga want smoke? We having sessions all night
Yes, I got dope, need a 8th? Alright
Pop out the yut, hold
rock
Threw it off my project roof, saw red dots
Kanye, shine a light on my Wallabees
You can have a good time with G.O.D
Shake that body, party that bod
right
I see you in a whole new light
Tell our mutual friend it has come to an end
We're better off with each other
If you wanna feel safe, understood,
(Where have you been?)
I've been busy, get-get-get off my nuts
I've been busy, busy, doing stuff
Copper Gone, I had to take my time
To get my
heavy handed with the hand outs, Ima charge em the cost
First son, 26, I can't handle a loss
The way I birth these new rappers, I might start a lamaze
Why
better
First 8 times I beat if off word on leathers
That's work food we don't smoke lemon
Roll a Cali let the dope set in
Have a smoke session after
a distance, ya was lookin like you want to creep with me
LB Fam, word up check it, hit the booty butt naked
Niggas yo you better respect it
Lost Boyz, like
city I'm putting you on
What
Let's ride
Roll in the whip homie let's get high
Know what better you can let me drive
Gotta get that bag that'll get me by
been doing is sin
Let's ride
Roll in the whip homie let's get high
Know what better you can let me drive
Got to get that bag that'll get me by
Cuz I came
New whip off the show floor i dont talk it i can show dough wrist looking like i sold blow ears cold neck 4sho snow i pulled yo h** at the door bro
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