Lyrics:
followed by the past
Everything in nature, rules by kickin' ass
What they tellin' me, but yo, you a friend to me
So I'ma tell you the secrets of mc
as sure as I'm alive, yeah
When you feel like you've had enough (yeah, yeah)
Give your word, better back it up (yeah, yeah)
But with me, you're never
death, no Basquiat, I'm sittin' passenger
Smoke dead opps while feds watch, roll it in leaves of lavender
Shed light on my life through peepholes, adjust
Here we go again
Where have you been?
It's the same ol thing
Ain't a damn thing changed
Ain't a damn thing changed
Ain't a damn thing changed
Ain't
But I can't hold back because I'm rushed
With this thing called passion
[Chorus:]
You've got me knocked out turn me inside out
It's you that makes
get it
Pages turnin lookin for text but never endin
I don't understand a word that you've said look where we headed
Matter of fact you the only one
Up out of there
[daz, repeated several times until first verse begins]
Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party
Ahh shit
You've done fucked up now
We're not done yet
Oh I used to fear the day
Watching my life like an old school movie
I never played my own part
Oh I sought the safety of a world
But you got me drowning in these feels
Things you've whispered in my ear
It's unclear
Just tell me if it's real
You actin' shady
No baby
I won't put up
by myself, I'm done
Done being here, done being there, done being anywhere
But by your side now
Can things ever go back, are they ever the same again
matter what you've done or what you did for him
Why you wastin' all your time?
He isn't listenin'
Baby, get rid of him
I'm makin' money moves, rise
When there's none
You've gotta know this
I have buried me in all of the
Places that I've been where I've grown up
And I'm haunted by by a past that
I
like the way you work it
No diggity (no diggity)
I got to bag it up (get up)
She's got class and style
Street knowledge by the pound
Baby never
A fellow needs a girl, to sit by his side
At the end of a weary day
To sit by his side and listen to him talk
And agree with the things he'll say!
Few things ain't gon fly by me though
I ain't lost in the sauce can't find me though
Never love no hoe don't try me though
All these different drugs
thangs
Niaggas are taggin', they backin' up, they let'em hang
My niggas walkin' up, pullin' up, fuck a drive by
Cuz the nigga on the passenger side
trust a soul, that's why my pole is ridin passenger in my two seater. Yeah Yeah
Real recognize real, I don't talk to strangers
Don't call if it ain't
bag knowing that shit was cheap
Should be ashamed bout that shit that you brought her
I heard the accent I didn't even bother
I done been scared by
with the climb
And my shooter keep his heater on the passenger side
Sayin, destined for greatness
Made for making changes here to make a joke of all
I never go like van gogh
With my brain gettin lost in a trance
I be rippin ribbons like usain bolt
Hit the finish line and dance like lance
Key in
I got an ice box where my heart used to be
All that shit he claim he bout
Won't never concern me
Niggas claim they be working
They act like Tommy off
556 hit em once with the 55
Died by 6, bullets hop out the pipe flying
Get hooked quick she could die for the white line
Buddy done dipped guess he
with the 3 ‘cause I’m feeling deranged
I might pop any day cos I’m never the same
The mic drops when I die, never retire
On fire, out of line like bald
nigga never fold
Bad bitch she sit in the passenger getting that money you know that we count it up in
Lil baby say daddy pull over and give me some dick
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