Lyrics:
trace shit
Patience been my life story
They say the trials almost over
And I can taste the glory
It's hard to ignore me
With this big-ass chain
Or this
a mid-sized sedan world
Riding down the road with her tits to the wind
Looking for a chance to make it big
Mama identified the body at the LA county morgue
Steady bearing your soul to the world, you undressed
Surrounded by your successors and the whores you ain't fucked yet
That's how I was gettin' it, I
But they ma press Rewind is not a mistake
from this day, till the end of the world!
they ma press ma music Rewind,
TIll infinity!
Until mama call,
no
lives together
Sure was gonna be rough
They never did like
Mama's homemade dress
Papa's bank book wasn't big enough
And I was standin' on the side
get
Everyday thanks giving
The think all I know is how to make it Big
Am tryna make mama proud,and be a perfect Kid
That's why am
Am Good okay?
Am
to the ground
Right along with that bridge and learn to turn your back on me
Fucking with a wild, wild one
I did it for the streets with my mama in mind
I
wanna watch me bleed
I be big on everything now it's time to ease
And it's money over everything
Except my mama
money over everything
Except my mama
Fuck
looking right in that dress
Oh yes
Ugh
Cause you been popping all over my explore page
Ass looking even better here in real life
Other niggas want play you
children could see I'm the shrine for the fucking blind
Vietnam mama ball her son know nuthin but raw
Whom tattoos the boy choose
I'm winnin by 4 steps
by the truth
I grin. My wins
Feeling like they on a loop
BIG Swagger Im juicy juice
Tell the devil get up off me like Boosie Boo
No ceilings like
world, winter war weather
This is wu-block music for the black hooded champions
Step in the car and go
Round down by your lady and I
Be waiting
him over the countdown begins he an hourglass
By the time the last sand touch there is no bypass
Too bad where you go is where I go I am the flash
but I'm fearless. Rest in peace to
the dearest. Big Mama Maxine Miller. damn my eyes are
getting blurry. Head high fist up we won't die officer,
cause
in that big book
Do you have a mansion in the sky looking down on me all bright eyed
Are you watching over us like reruns of your favorite show are am
heart over Venmos
Thirteen my mama would send me straight up to the store I would vent to I get home
All to get out the city and get more just to get me
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
With Christian Dior aroma
Selling packs up on the corner
High of ego and sin
Raised by the man in the mirror
But from a different era
Tried to focus
If tomorrow the world ends
And in the morning the sun don't seem to shine
I will stay here forever
Standing right by your side
You know they
of the party
When we off the Molly
Married to the hustle
Did a holy matrimony
Stacking up this money
Had to wife up no hoeing
Big up my baby
She's looking like
they call the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
Dope man, Dope man, I heard you looking for that coke man, coke man, I got it coming off that
Boat man, boat man, A big gun under my
Coat man, coat
niggas switching sides
Switching sides
Rest big cuz Shaun you in heaven looking down
Looking down
Pray for me and kayjay while we are on this route
On this
Papa died over some shit
I'm just hoping I don't die over some dumb shit
I was 18 I wasn't ready for the big league
Got his name tatted on my neck so
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