Lyrics:
The sound of gunfire, off in the distance
I'm getting used to it now
Lived in a brownstone, lived in a ghetto
I've lived all over this town
This ain't
The sound of gunfire, off in the distance
I'm getting used to it now
Lived in a brownstone, lived in a ghetto
I've lived all over this town
This ain't
ain't nothing like this
Noonemusic
That's some over night shit
Working on the night shift
Ya'll ain't nothing like this
Noonemusic
Yeah, yeah, yeah
There ain't nothing like whiskey
To get me over the night before
I love the way it hits me
Revs me up and gets me ready for more
But it's
You ain't living how I live sucka
That's why I flex on niggas
They never did love us
I'm putting checks on niggas
Even my kid's mother
And you ain't
the hammer down"
'Cause we got a little ol' convoy
Rockin' through the night
Yeah, we got a little ol' convoy
Ain't she a beautiful sight?
Come
I'm tryin' wind down
Why you over at my crib
Tryin' to whine now
I ain't even with the drama
You ain't mine now
Keep that bullshit away
I'm tryin'
imma start this now
I'm ain't gonna be working a 9 to 5
Angel by day Diablo by night
I don't play with you bitches come play with my mind
You look into
schedule looking hectic
I ain't got a timeline, I'm Travolta with Tarantino
Look, I ain't slacking, it's money over passion
I mean passion over money,
over by the bar like pimping ain't easy
Well it ain't
All them faces in that Laker paint
Casa by the lake
Make a little nigga faint
Balling is
over by the bar like pimping ain't easy
Well it ain't
All them faces in that Laker paint
Casa by the lake
Make a little nigga faint
Balling is
slashing cause it ain't the way, the T.A. blew forty mil' they say
We threw it down by night and they scrubbed it off by day
OK tourists, picture frame,
my friend hit the-hit the blunt, nigga
He-he over here wit' me
People wonder why I ain't runnin' from nothin'
'Cause my momma wit' the shits, and my
night it was a dream
This morning a fantasy
Back when the only fan I had was a fiend
Meet me by the Acura cause the cops like
To get help from
thugga, made myself a boss
I put that on my mother
I aint running from no nigga when a nigga talking nothing
Say he from the fucking west but we know
stay the same
No nothing ever stay the same
I’m smoking gas
Remember them nights on the train
I’m flexing on purpose
For nights I ain’t have it
A hunnit
(This gon' sound terrible on this phone
And shit, can you play–
Can you play it again?)
Ain't no light on a one night star
One night star
No lights
night
Let's jump on a plane
Fly to L.A
Start our own life
You're the one I want by my side
I ain't even gonna lie yeah
I ain't even gonna lie
I ain't even
Die by the bullet when they live by the gun
Why I always gotta roll with a face on my shirt
Gotta keep it on me they ain’t taking me first
Why my niggas
naps in my sleeping bag and walking around with a baggy onesie
On over your savage Fenty like you wasn't bad
Mercy, it ain't just your beauty, it's your
ain't it
Hell yea
They want club songs, Thugs on
Party all night till the drugs gone
Livin it up, till the sun come
Then go back home, where the love's
bitch
I ain't never falling off
Look
I ain't with paying over
Cut the middle man out
Get the real price
If ya nigga overcharging
Doing bad business
Cut em
in the night
But I thrive to survive, I pray to God to stay alive
Attitude boils up inside
And that ain't it (think I'll every quit)
Still I pray
Shoot him in da head
Show em you ain't playin
I was wanted by the feds
Shoot a nigga dead
If it's over that bread
You heard what I said
Boot
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