Lyrics:
you've got promises to keep.
We won't survive, this road to power led by all your kings.
It's time to wake up and take back what you have lost.
Nigga pass the weed to a nigga baby.
Chorus
This world got me heartless
That's why I hit the weed
leave my middle finger up, I give
Im setting here by the telephone,
cause I just got the news that you were out with someone else.
And I pretend,
but I've known all along.
It just
Aight
Let's talk
Let's talk bout the car's
You know i want to
I might be wrong
Let me tell you somethin
Let's talk bout the hoes
You know i want to
I
time
Even if the lines is as shitty as 6ix9ine's
But this time they just ain't letting me get by
Fuck I'm finna do with this shit now
Damn I know
Where is my tambourine wait a minute I'll get your tambourine
Got my tambourine get your thing baby
What's wrong with you what is it you want
You should know by now
You can see it all over my face
Days like these come rare, like a free ticket to space
These type beats make me feel way less
call me Charmin
You the Type to get played by a bum bitch and go cry about it
I just get even blow a bag in Neimans and laugh about it
Acting like
can be
Oh me, I've got those ration blues
I like to wake up in the morning with my jelly by my side
Since rationing started baby, you just take
a man for my gees pass me the skeng baby pls n see me I'mon my knees you can get that amiri jeans
I would get that money by any means as soon as I ride
This is just too real
Two real eyes is
This is just too real
Two real eyes is
On the run
Fled the country
I got a gun
Not a junky
You got to love me
leaving I told her to leave me alone
She said Rone you dead wrong for leading these bitches on
Then I told her she dead wrong for keeping them britches
them siyabuhlohla
Man getting drunk fuck the police
Got a feeling that I'm going crazy now
Think I got my mind in the wrongs things
Haters know when we
Been doing this for way too long
Fighting for way too long
Feelings got way too strong
We done got way too far
Fixing got way too hard
You did me way
percent, I'll make it perfect
You got a body to die for, let me merk it
Now it's murder on the dance floor
I wanna take this further than the dancefloor
on me?"
L got 'em cornered, bitch, why you speak like that?
Tattooed Def Jam under your wing like that
What? You a rider, not in my house, Mouth
Glad
you’re wrong, I fall asleep at night
Time for running back forth
Filling out my passport
I got hella time flying all by myself
You can land the plane now
I got a few songs in drill
I got a few songs where my heart get on that
Minimum combat
Not me wrong man
Me I stay silent mic where I contact
Caught
Got me talking bout never again, sitting with my twin, niggas know that's my only friend
Smoking on that Za, and a nigga out here tryna land
Wanna
there
By your side
All the time
Girl I’ve got your back
Tell me you got mine
Hate is so much easier
But love is harder to find
Can we call this love?
Is
Emotions wavy in relations with my paper
But missing you daily got me really going crazy
Don’t try to save me you the one who tried to play me
I’ve
nothin'
We really was strugglin', thank you, Lord
Look at me wrong and I'm uppin' and bustin'
I'm paranoid, I be clutchin' in public
Not scared of you,
yeah I'll be gone
Tell me why if I speak up I'm in the wrong
I'm feeling trapped it's like I got nowhere to run
losing time for the things yeah that I
'Cause you know that they're making me strong
If you're by my side we can move on the rise
Till we know that it can't be wrong
Yeah, we got a good
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