Lyrics:
like I'm the father
Was back then picked up the pen
Thirty years, now we begin
Baby girl, show me some skin
Every ride, be chauffeured for driv
No use
ain't have patience
As a matter of fact it's wearing thin
But I tell you this though when the new year begins
Pussy's ain't got nuts because I'm going all
You could be a king pin but how long will that last
You got a skill you need to sharpen your craft
I've been working hard I never have an off day for
Cartier
I got homies knocked by police
I got homies knocked by police
I got homies knocked by police
They gone have to hit me up on the phone now
the laymen
Headed to the church jesus died still we pray hard amen
I kept her waiting for an hour she’s like you’re not Matt Damien
Though I am Phye
the same vain as me
How ashamed are we you not the man that we claimed
To be now are fame is in jeopardy
You shouldn't have slept on me, the mic I had
make it on the other side
Well my album's out now
If only I did more things I probably would have more streams but
Who I'm kidding, one play
right. But I got to have the New England edition. How do you make a truck a New England edition? Really? Come on. We put giant knobby tires on it for
got me trapped in
The friction when our skin slaps make the perfect matches
Please come and show me who you are
You and me girl we can live life large
Why I pat you on yo' head and smile
Look in yo' eyes and thank the lord
For my child meanwhile
There's somethin' I gotta show you
And I
This one definitely goes out on a censorship tip
So everybody sit back, relax and have a champagne sip
We gonna teach these people out there who
This one definitely goes out on a censorship tip
So everybody sit back, relax and have a champagne sip
We gonna teach these people out there who
everything i do got all these
Eyez on me fuck it ima outlaw
Rather have no money plus nobody in this town hard
Funny how the ones u roc with plotting on your
like we owe you something
Like lotto, you have to be in it to win it
But if the beat is fresh then Diamond J will spin it
If J spin it, then it has
you love
Then you know I fuck with you for sure
I don't spend no time with hoes
I'm a G, I'm like a Joe
I got everyone I know
Working 'til we can't no
like I got stabbed in my stomach with a knife
That's a tough conversation
Hard to be excellent when you ain't bringing home the bacon
Scrapping for ends
glock eat you up like piranhas
We can take this shi whichever way you wanna yeah
I got the drop on the pin
Hit the opps block then spin again
Don’t do
never check me
I rock no brand bible in my hand by the son of man
Here I come again, got my angels with me
Don't forget when you used whip me
Wings on my
straight here on this album
It's all getting louder
It's all for the love and the power
It's all for the hope that we the same people before everything
we part, it's time for me to say goodnight
Gave you ample time to come and say your piece
Gave you all a eulogy, now you rest in peace
Didn't have
on wax, look like I rock candles
Yeah, you got a show, but you ain't on my channel
That's HBO, bitch, you gotta pay for that, haha, your channel's free
my home town now show em what you're home for
Small town I was raised been there since I was a kid (No kid)
Nothin happens here
Man
I think I gotta
hustle workin’
But with a long ding ding dong
You would also start flexin
Developed meth cooked from meds, what’s next?
Forget the AKs or Tecs, we got
hoe?
Boy you hard on 'em - nigga you ain't know?
When you testify, you got to keep it fly
A lot of niggas lie, shit we do or die
Everyday we high,
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