Lyrics:
(Shun on the beat)
(Shun, sauce it up)
When I pull a you on you
Hey
Say I'm hittin' on two by two (two)
They watch tryna do what I do (do)
as fake as their jewelry
Niggas ain't fooling me
Only time im praising rappers
Is when I be penning a eulogy
Tallest attraction
I'm making shit happen
With
tactical
When you got faith in the Lord
You gone seem so impractical
People gone call you irrational
Keep asking God for mo blessings
I need me a basketful
But nigga around could say fuck me
How that go when I fuck with nigga, ain't nobody gone fuck with em
In the neighborhood that I grew up in
They call it
could never ever drain me
I fuck you hard, smooth and then rough
Like the mack, I'm heavy like a truck
Captain hook goes deep into the sea
And when
Look
Confessions of A Man Once Depressed
No looking back when you know what comes next
Second to none I been on my own quest
Gotta take it as it
Hey but you know what you gotta put me into
What
Overstand
I'm telling you
Put me on to Overstand
Ok dig it this is the thang alright
Little
a bitch or a ho)
Instinct leads me to another flow
Everytime I hear a brother call a girl a bitch or a ho
Trying to make a sister feel low
You know all
none
(When I go up in the sto' a nigga never get enough)
I'm a baller and if you want it come and get it now
(Nigga come to a race with a car you
bleachers
And when you hear me calling for freedom, come running—I’m gon need ya
Yo I gotta dip…
You ain’t the same, no you aint the s-same, no (x3)
Close
remember me
Enemies, we all got 'em, only ones that are from the bottom
Who I love, place no one above, none above
If you was there when I was starvin',
and baby, I was no rookie
I need more time for real, it's hard to see the truth
You need some time to heal so hit me up when you through
I kept it real, like
Ain't nobody falling, yeah
All y'all try and call it, yeah
But we stay balling, and you stay crawling
Looking for your calling, yeah
And when y'all
looks
Run up on you with the toots
When my niggas in the books
And we got a 30 pack
When you pull up to the hood
None you niggas got it like me
Pull up
you got)
I got a plan that none of y'all ever
Talked about 'cause underground niggas don't be thinking
I'm going kinda nino like Lincoln
How can you
primal
By this time I wish I knew the truth
Let it all unfold
Tell your secrets let the people hear the reason
You been sneaking leaving you exposed
Give
remember twenty deep
When she tried to hop the sheets
And she knew I was hurting
I'm wearing Dior better choose one
Don't tell me how to operate I'll bruise
for a show
Hit me up then I go
Call you to my crib yeah
But you never show yeah
Want you there by 4 but it's getting kind of close yeah
Ok hold up
a bad cop
You feel me fam? The devil's got a plan
That's why Farrakhan formed a Million Man up in Washington
The Hidden Hand even planned this man
perfection, no second guessin'
Remember when you was down on yo luck and I was your blessin'
Like when when you would call me a meal and then ask for seconds
new babygirl smile with that dimple
Leave you dead like it’s written by Gimple
At the center when it go down
Fuck these niggas cause they low down
None of you niggas can say that you made it
When all of your circle surrounded by fakes
Diamond Patek, that's a million in cash
12 tryna stop me, they
you're a friend of me, friend of me, friend of me
Or an enemy enemy enemy enemy
How can you hate when you don’t even know me
You can call me anything but
I can see my old ho standing by the mile
Away from the do' just looking at me
Her best friend telling her to holla at me
She wanna say something
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