Lyrics:
kids wanna drive by an that's it,
No nuts
I'll be in the back countin' racks from the tracks ya ran up
At the concert you'll be first in line to a get
ignore the sequence
I live my life by the four agreements
Keeping it raw but yet it's more than decent
I cop a lot of features
Gee Bag yep he's a proper
little time
One misstep you're forever bound
He misses big macs the scent of naked women
Talking to a kid, playing games with his cousins
No one answers
for bar
Claimin' that you paid, you blow your money, you ain't got a car
My life expensive, only 17, a drive a push to start
All the kids love me, they
phone
Drop top bumper kid plus fifth wheel grill
Surround by sound wasn't handy Randy sing a song his ass got killed
So make the devil respect us
your Glock burst
They had the chains on, son, hit the lock first
We busted in, the cop jerked, Jungle popped one in his shirt
I grabbed the bitch by
When the cops To the back
Hands on the wall
For what
You talkin back
Got no ID they throwing you in the back
Of the car
The life of a black boy
Is hard
Dad, how was your trip?"
They didn't speak
I said, "I want to plead my case"
But my father just shoved me in the car by my face
That was a hard ride
get that new money in by, by, by
And I can't never stop when I was a kid I ain't wan't nun but fits
Now look where I'm at having I ain't never think
The kid the other day was justifiably shot
I’m not a racist but it bothers me a lot
Couple years pass by and Johnny took an oath
got a badge and a uniform,
Legacy
Verse
I wanna eat big
I wanna have a car and a crib
I wanna leave a million to my kids
I wanna hold you down
Want the whole world to know my
caught
They see three poor white kids and a black kid in nice clothes and a car they just bought like
What the fuck are they doing, partner look, what
Tempted by the sins of life, the pleasures of lust
With wild imaginings that you can't discuss
Oh, the flesh is weak, it's a struggle for peace
Tempted by the sins of life, the pleasures of lust
With wild imaginings that you can't discuss
Oh, the flesh is weak, it's a struggle for peace
used to sit the bench
I remember gettin' chased by the cops, had to get my stomach pumped
Swallowed a quarter ounce of rocks, late afternoon
Po-po
y'all burnin' cop cars?
Why'd the judge put me on probation?
So it y'all don't make no sense to us
And we don't make no sense to you
Let's all start using
And the boys from the casino dance
With their shirts open like Latin lovers on the shore
Chasin' all them silly New York virgins by the score
And Sandy,
And the boys from the casino dance
With their shirts open like Latin lovers on the shore
Chasin' all them silly New York virgins by the score
And Sandy,
old became an asshole
Testosterone tearing through m, my anxiety
Little fat kid looked at weird by everybody
I just wanna glow up and get my dick
hot
And I jam a lot from the wiz' to Camelot
The parlayer, I'll make ya heads bop, par
I shine a light on perpetrators, like a cop's car
From day
car like a target
I take my orders from fools
Meanwhile some kid blows my head off
Well, I play by their rules
That's why I'm doin' it my way
I
Meet me at six by the place where we kissed
Fuck being slick tryna give you my kids
Prada lace gliss with the birken round wrist
Late night sneakin'
drank, sippin' Wock by the paint
Rich nigga, I buy you my friendship with the bank
My boujie bitch be actin' like she loyal, but she ain't
Fell in love
registering cars without the registration
See I'm a feral cat
From the warm place where you burn forever
Calico blue lynx matte
To hell and back
Be my endeavors
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