Lyrics:
Surrounded by family I love my woes
You can't pay me shit to step on they toes
Forever I Gotcha I'll stick to the code
I took a lil break I just had
Who I am, who I am
I'm who I am, I'm who I am
This is a drive-by, drive-run Music to me is fun
When it's no longer fun I stop doin' it
Get through with
Lyrical Ecstasy
Intro:
I watch and I wave as time passes by
My head in the earth, and yo’ legs in the sky
A spirit rebirth as you let out a “sigh”
I'm downing a bottle of gin as you see me smoking a whole pack again
She choosing me over her friends that do not mean that she getting bands
Put her
white
By the brass candlestick near your red velvet coat
Is everything I can recall of one night
Will you please tell me why I remember these things
still in the dope spot
Why the fuck you think I pull up in a dope car
Gold shoes stepping out with a dope bitch cartel
So she gotta suck four dicks I d
Porsche matte black, pulling up
Fuck a Challenger
I wish you well then I'm gone
By the end of the night
Sensational drank keep me up
Through the light
with you
Tell me girl is you hearing what I'm saying to you
I'm Trying to dance with you
Fuck that trying to run up them bands with you
Click clack you
Awaitin' a rebirth of his soul as it fears it's spiritual placement
[Chorus]
God I pray you can give me a purpose or help me find it
'Cause on this
Ima bring the bands in
Ima get the bands quick
Fell in love with money
So now ima money addict
That bag will get you damaged
Disappear like magic
Swear
of angeles
With a manuscript, and professional a** whipping
Task force, brass nuckles a master in a** kicking
If you ask for it I'll blast for it you
what? TO avoid bein stuck and blazed up
Laced up, struck from the waste up, embraced by the muts in the cut
Bullets sizzle up, leave you fist fucked,
(Yeah, hey)
The cost to live with yourself, the cost to feel like you in hell
The cost to think that it's okay, but find out you all by yourself
The cost
a band to the cops
And they didn't see anything
Ain't you asking me why
A million is something, a million is something
Aye, aye
Bands will make her dance,
anthem, uh (Oh yeah)
Flyin' where you can't be
Private jet landin' (Wow)
Diamonds on me dancin', uh (Uh)
Big band, cash it, still 'bout the action
(Uh)
Why
I'ma give all why y'all something, word up
Word up, all my live cats out there gonna love me for this one
They goin' be like,
"Yo you, you need
Four-door Bugatti, you mention me yah
Diamonds they drapped in my portfoli-yah
Fill up a safe, I'm more realer than y'all
Fuck my new case, I'm more realer
me
I'm like a first place with the team
Working like last season we was nothin'
Heard that you bet against a nigga dreams
Hit with that four by four
got Champ with me you know we counting blues
Bands flowing in like a river, sipping this Henny got so much pain up in my liver
Hundred bands, human
'sget it
Just stop with the talk (Just stop with the talk)
You ain't no wild dog (You ain't no wild dog)
Just stop with the bark (Just stop with the bark
out off these jams (Yeah)
I'm getting high with the band, but I do not fuck with them Xans (Nah)
I need them cheeks like you Sandy, baby tell me what's
Man on the moon he gone watch me land, land
While I pop these rubber bands, bands
Turn my name into a brand, brand
Yea
And this new drip on me it's
loving me Awkward and me loving you ought to
Inspire the love shower the hands by the chaos that you demand
You tore me down and I ran to the safest place
don't gotta spend on this Henny to come and pour with us
The theme to the chorus, as sweet as how you thought it
Following Jeeps that's followed by D's
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