Lyrics:
up, I'm tryna make all of my dreams materialize
So I sorta say my goodbyes to the straight and narrow
I found a new route, you 'bout to see my life
call Earl, 10 months in this gut, what the fuck,
I wish moms would hurry up, so I can get buck wild,
Juvenile with the mics 'n' shit, New York, New
up. This P nigga. Stop fuckin' playin'"
[NLS]-"Nigga, if this fuckin P, nigga, say 'uhh', nigga. Fuck"
[MP]-"Nigga, I ain't bout to say no
on ass that was for the taken
I remember wakin up at the flat fucked up in the back
Checkin on my weed and scratch I damn near fell out the lat
I hit
When I be asking
Yo who is more dramatical
This one that one
The white one or the black one
Pick the punk
And I'll jump up to attack one
S-classes
Chrome kitted up, calicones lit it up
I didn't get touched, checkin' my nuts, I stood up and lit a Dutch
Clutchin' gats, quick to bust
But
on the scene (Aah)
Never switched up on my team, on my team
Everything I been through, everything I dreamed
Only motivates my hunger
Get that shit by any means
feeling
You gotta get on up off of that bullshit, stop fighting that feeling
Yo, when money talks fools are always checkin'
Depositing their two cents
and bitches got my hoes speaking Latin
Giftin and gabbin jimmy choos in the trunk
Checkin the blade wit the rice on thump (Thump)
Crew block party bet that shit
I don't know if we're supposed to
stay away stay away stay away
We both gave up the codes to
playing games playing games playing games
I don't
b*tch actin up got a new b*tch
Tryna ride through the city wit top down
If they talkin too loud tell em pipe down
And his neck got a whole lot of ice now
day by day
Im hit hit hit hit
MBN shit goin crazy
Shit i put that on my baby
Iets get lit lit lit lit
Tryna get up on some money
Don't know why
ion give a fuck bout no hoe
Ran up a hundred back in the hood
SimzyThaWalker checkin' in
Nah, I ain't goin Hollywood
Roll my opps up, up in a wood
Take
HYYH
I'm going deeper and deeper, feel it back layer by layer
She open up, I keep her, I'm an emotional player
We goin' rounds, try to keep up, girl
GAD
Social anxiety
But down playin it callin me shy
I was never involved
So that had me fucked up
Fucked up my life
By letting yall fuck up my life
Alright
I'ma do it the OG way
Yeah
What you want me to say?
I'm livin' peachy loving life?
I'll be honest 'kay
Everyday I wake up right (Facts)
coached by Phil Jackson or some shit, nigga
Like Jumpman J finna turn 23
Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee
I don't wanna compare but there's you then
fuckin' nation
Persuaded
By television
Some fuckin' music
Headphones
That got drilled into their fuckin' heart
Head like a drill sergeant
Hmm
Yeah
I'm
what I'm reppin'
I do not care for a price tag, most of the time, I don't even be checkin'
I will always come in first
While my money come through by
by day (takin' it day by day)
Livin' any way I choose (livin' any way I choose)
Oh, you heard that I'm a rolling stone? (Heard that I'm a rolling
bitch, I thought you knew this
Who is gonna catch me when I fall or even care to?
While you thinkin' I see you lost up in my rearview
Hear you is down
To the brownstone, and on the streets that he roamed
Before he got locked up, he sewed the whole block up
People would jock, because he cooked the rock
Caught by
I'ma open your closet
Pull your dress up, let everybody see that you cock-less
You's a sugar pie, keep my cake high, go shake your thong, bitch
By any
like good girls, these bad girls, they not meant for me (nah)
You get one shot, don't fuck it up, turn to my enemy
I can't feel your vibe if you
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