Lyrics:
(woo)
Hey, I been tryin' to stay in my bag, you know how I do it
That .40 on me gon' blast I call it my cougar
Hey, only thing I care about is family
Yellow tips going right through your brain
I don't need a gang
bitch I'm the shooter
You run up on me and I knock out ya noodles
The shit that you
clear a scene
Getting money the objective greener trees
Brand new 'Rari brand new 'Rari
Cut em' up like Calamari
Get them bands that's by yo lonely
of death
Don't post that fly high post, unless we did the most
Unless we had a toast to toting
In them trenches, extended clips Hidden in them trench coats
I
yeah yeah
I think I'm losing it
The World that we live in
Is run by abusers they're using us
And I don't know who to trust
It ain't nothin' knew to us
We
Out on Bail (Y'all don't need to know about)
ThugLife will never fail (You know, Out on bail)
Thuglife niggaz (Y'all Blow that shit - Get me up out
niggas really too broke (yeah)
I just got forty million from Live Nation, nigga, no, that's not a joke (at all)
Pink strawberry ice cream diamonds on my
busting rubber bands
You don't got it
You don't get it
Then you don't understand
Give a fuck bout how you feel
Tell that bitch I'm riding trill
Why you
a world that wants you to be blind to everything
But listen here listen to me yea
The truth is gonna set you free
And they're tellin me don't worry about
heights too high
All you need is your own health
Deceived
Deceived by wealth
Go your own way
Don't listen to what someone yells
I think you don't know me
I
Bout a young negus, a king and preacher
He 22, looks by the soul like he 40
Look by the soul like he 40
Grinding that turn all the minutes to hours
a date"
Padlock Jody's screaming "Wait, wait, wait!"
"Don't worry, hon," he replies, "I'm keepin' the faith"
I'll never do the baseball with you again
niggas that's insecure, watered down, my shit is pure
Write down my number but don't call me 'til you sure
I ain't beggin' just tryin' to relocate
barkin'
They damn sho ain't put shit in coffins
The niggas I fuck wit, don't fuck wit the niggas I don't
We the same, bitch we live by that oath
Told that
And I don't wanna keep you close
If I'm hurtin' you the most
I'll try to keep my distance from you for some time
'Cause I don't ever wanna be that guy
a groove like Elvis
Going too ham, yeah, don't touch my precious
Days fly by, witnessed
But you're caught up in the minute
Mind your own business
Mind
There's always a way out
Don't judge me that's played out
Don't hurt me no more
Don't hurt me no more
There's always a way out
Don't judge me
build this empire, don't forget the shit that come first
I'm talking family, know I been traveling, don't need a referee to blow a whistle
I call my mama,
topic
My ride is matte black
My pride is that jack
It might get ya dog shot, even a cat smacked
Anyway though, styles don't apply to me
Jeff Goldblum
topic
My ride is matte black
My pride is that jack
It might get ya dog shot, even a cat smacked
Anyway though, styles don't apply to me
Jeff Goldblum
workin' on the writtens
We just hoped someone would listen
Got that tat, said "116"
And ain't have nothing but a mission
Missed a couple months of rent
staring back, I'm alive
That's some real good luck
We never fly cause our wings stay tucked
But when you got your aim on Rushmore you don't run from it
When
Pull up on the Wraith, on her side, that's when you lost me
Always there to listen, where's my turn, what about me
Blasting my music, on the speaker
listening
And I know I shouldn't be here but
I don't like to listen
And I'm sweating buckets of fear
But I'm turned on by the mission
And I know I shouldn't
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