Lyrics:
throw your record on, you feel like Allah
Visions of my image on the stage that I'm lookin at
From the balcony to down front, I coulda took em back
to school
Now that number multiplying
Feeling like we getting robbed
Cuz all my homies got degrees, but only 10% of them got a real job
Walking into work,
getting by[01:10.51]But enough of that bullshit I'm rolling up right now I blow it up to the sky[01:13.73]5 blunts in rotation I feel like Wale cause all
Left in a tent Trent park
I Stay on the dot they 10 past
10 on the trot 10 stars
Black Owned business ben jart
My Driver get it dropped from far
No
to feature a rap artist
But most of the rappers
They don't like to rap about politics man
They only want to rap about cars
Girls, alcohol you know
And we
got to keep in touch
I'm screaming all lives matter
No more trump
By the elders I was taught
To make a way
From DP dad side from LA
I been really doing
Brrrt, boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
Hahaha griselda
Grr, Griselda, man, GxFR griselda
Live from motherfuckin' East Side
Buffalo, New York,
a nigga, I see a black Einstein
A diamond in the rough, he's remidin' me as tough
Young girls takin' X, she's blinded by the stuff
Oh my God, where did we
boy like he gambit
X marks the spot on a bandit
Dark tents on the whip I escape the outside cause it's manic
can do it, but a stranger gotta go help first
I called moms on the phone, here's what I told her real quick
I said my 20s flew by with no control
expression on his face
Della went to him
Jim, dear, she cried, don't look at me like that
I had my hair cut off and sold it
I couldn't live through Christmas
The ones that stood by me like soldiers
You were there
I know you love me
But I'm still waiting for the Lord to come hug me
Send a sign or somethin'
Watch the crowd burst from lyrics that I say
To make the brothers get ill, and by the way Dukes
If that's your girl in the corner stay up on her
face look from when a nigga shot my cranial
Area, how I'm still livin'? That shit is not explainable
Free them niggas locked in cages who was gettin'
lobster
You want there when I was sat with ma blacks on so you can't ring try ask for a borrow
This girl that I got is ten so if you ain’t got bread then I
true calling from God
Hid like Jonah in the club with bottles of corona
Surrounded by models and owners, and cronic smokers
The ones that you find in
on the spot outside
When I put it in park, the homey got a SK aimed at my ride
So I step out slowly, 'body no one fear
He yells, that's Murs I see his beard
to get by by the dudes in blue Keep your mouth locked screwed and glued Or shots from the roof duke will circle round your body Like hoola-hoops Mami told
, by the dudes in blue
Keep your mouth locked, screwed and glued
Or shots from the rugger will circle round your body like hoola-hoops
Mami told me
take care of and please
Down to ride by my side and fuck and roll my weed
Goddamn
She has that fuck me look in her eyes
I like the, way she is looking
that
Told shorty to chill, I'll be right right back To the spot where we live, despite how it is
You the queen of the crib, you handle your biz You
floodin it out
Talkin' like they killers, tell them boys cut that shit out
They ain't doin' drive by's they just runnin' shit down
If we ain't step or get
Holding down fort like they Bonnie N Clyde
Luxury cars of all makes and models
New outfits everyday, downin' champagne by the bottle
Glass in
me, just like the hammer
Girls judge a man by the way that he fronts
The frontline (16X)
[Jingle Bel]
Come up to the front, smoke with ? blunts
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