Lyrics:
troublesome, I'm the safest
But they won't let my clique in 'Faces'
'cause I must be one of them artists
That gets kicked out the club the fastest
'cause
I walked forty-seven miles of barbed wire,
I got a cobra snake for a necktie
A brand new house on the road side,
And it's a-made out
change
In an age where the art justifies intellects
My campaign strives to re-elect the man who got struck by the bow and arrow
You're at yours to truly
house, to have some fun
We both lived in Colonial Projects
I lived in building forty eight, she lived in building twenty six
We used to play Ringling,
was really a bitch
And I was raised by my papi, can you tell 'em they'll never win
And they get caught up in the sin, round here we drink for free
if she a bad broad and let you raw dog, that's a keeper
My sisters, they don't rock with my dad, my moms either
Now I'm here with Roc, I'ma dad with
doin'?)
Nigga, kill off all beef
Turn up, turn up, turn up
I’m a Westside get brackin' in
The back like what’s happnin'
That 40 Glock snap like Insta
Ain't
ever knows
Everything I wanna say held hostage in my throat
Like I'm just a child playing house in grown up clothes
Editing the structure till it all
froze chandelier
Nigga you broke can’t shop in here
I’m keeping the pole that Glock in here
The cat be wet my cock in there
One in the head no cocking
broken chair
Wicked couldn't gone near, have
To be in fear, i would say
(yeah)
For mi say, on my way on to Devon's House
Sight a little girl by di name
im greeting bitches wit hugs
probably never get a chance if you meet me at a club
but you can get dick when i feel like it
it's a party in my bedroom
of tracks
To add to the wall full of plaques
Hanging up in the office in back of my house like trophies
Did y'all think I'ma let my dough freeze?
Please
of tracks
To add to the wall full of plaques
Hanging up in the office in back of my house like trophies
Did y'all think I'ma let my dough freeze?
Ho
of tracks
To add to the wall full of plaques
Hanging up in the office in back of my house like trophies
Did y'all think I'ma let my dough freeze?
Ho
to her I said hello
She said: "Hey, you're kind of cute" I said: "Yes, I know, but...
By the way, sweetheart, what's your name?"
She said: "My friends
dusty, with a hole in the front
And I'd get mad at Lil Slugger, he put a hole in the blunt
When my daddy lost the house, moved with grandma for a month
the top is always lonely
All i want is top i got some in house pussy
Riding on edge hope a nigga don't push me
Big faced bills giving coins to my kids
I can
Yo, let's go, look, yo
I got a large bag of clips, hard hats, and sticks
My squad tagging shit, y'all catch attempts
You leave the house, have some
some shells for the 40
Then I throw the set for my brody
While I'm in the trap smoking dhoti
Fuck nigga, you ain't with me
Heard you looking for me
apart let's go one at a time
I know you'll be shocked by the shit that you find
It's Westwood Lane Gang we in here taking lives
Welcome to the party
Laying in a puddle full of what I was
Looking up had me dissolving in the sludge
But I'm good
I spent forty days and forty nights
Pen and the pad
to some fake bosses
All I see is house niggas in the same office
Universal mind control I filled my verse with facts and all fact-check through my Catalogue
Coupe Deville
If my tapes and my cds just don't sell, I bet my Caddy will
Well it was just sundown in small white town
They call it East Side
Slave labor, Skyscraper, murder stories
Bullshit behind every burger sold
This what they feeding shorties?
Holding onto middle management but in his 40
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