Lyrics:
Where your children at? Where your children at?
You got two sons, all they do is fight
You up through the night like gimme-gimme-gimme dat
Yeah, nice
What's between heaven and hell
A brand new me, oh it's the brand new me
Okay, fucking tell these kids one thing, just make sure handle your business
promise to be the first?
Can you be immortalized without your life being expired?
Even though you share the same blood, is it worth the time?
Like, who
that's all in front me (Just grow then glow)
That's all in front of me
That's all in front of me
Lights bright like head lights stirred in like egg whites
by the fact that
I just sliced through they back ()
All these new era rappers? Figure's
That they like cap
(Figure's that they like cap)
If I'm a fool
Say, man, lem-lemme get a light homey
Yo, aye Timbo, this your Crippin' cousin Snoop Dogg, cuzz
I told you we gotta get gorilla on this one right
in a box
And that's light, that's light
But light like to lick twat a lot so that's right
That's what y'all call street?
No tales from the Crip this
I went pop and made millions, now all I do is chop samples
Egon's finest, peanuts after like I was Linus
Followed by that College Park next, that's
body is lookin' nasty: fat Suge
A Shotgun'll have ya brain drippin' out
With all these veins stickin' out
Like a bad rolled Backwood
Watch ya back Goodz
the function (the throw)
Lookin' hella dipped (saucy)
Lit like a strobe light (like a strobe light?)
Hella diamonds on my wrist (bling)
You can call me your
a man bout NIGGA
Never gave a damn about clout NIGGA
All you real niggas know
We Out Here NIGGA
I been breaking nights like a
Vampire burning bridges up
sticks
When you poop's the only time you're the shit
Everybody wanna just get rich
You're all my sons just like Chris
I'm appalled 'cause you always miss
white man's world
(to have this shit like this, cause ain't nobody got it like this)
(All these motherfuckers want to be like us, they all want to be
more like a 100 yard dash
I done been through the worst of the worst times
Trust me but I still seen it all pass, all pass
Don't you know that one day
all hysterical by now. PILATE notices BRIAN escaping.)
PILATE
You cwowd of cwacking-up cweeps. Seize him! Blow your noses and seize
him! Oh my bum.
These pussy niggas be talkin'
I swear to God I'll blast 'em
Show them that I'm forreal, man I be ball
Look at that fake ass chain look like
He got it from
the same about him
Y'all had some time to sink in
Hey Zach, this song is too long
If you don't like it, hit skip
And go put on some other playlist made by
soul here to sleep
With me
Lost
You may think that I'm lost
But I see the way clearly
Like I haven't seen before
All the Time
Your sound in my ears
on a slow time, choking off the weed like it's a bowtie
Shoot your ass up in no time, and all my shooters gon' cosign
And all you haters get paid no mind,
slipped
The Mac is cuttin records and punks are gettin ripped
Gangster I am, bust the lyrics like a drive-by
You wanna sleep? Well, it's lights out,
Like a hot buttered pop da pop da pop dibbie dibbie
Pop da pop pop, don't you dare stop
Come alive y'all, gimme whatcha got
I guess by now you can
sight
So we just get by
Look up to a sky that cycles through these days and nights
With thoughts on our minds
Like do we even have the time
To chase these
like yours that
Left no space for a breather
Then Skepta comes around
With a flow that breaks down
More times than a P-reg Vauxhall Tigra
To book Skepta
hand in hand, wet sand on your feet
Raindrops, late night
pillow talks, long walks
Dancing on the beach
Back to the roots
But we like to fly
Reach for
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