Lyrics:
It's so complex
I come from the streets where they run yeah
I made it so I cannot front yeah
Did a little thing
Smoke a little trees am I done yet no
green stuff
Provided to you by sack man
Pacman how in the fuck do you think we gon' do that, man?
Ridin' round Old National on eighteens without no
green stuff
Provided to you by sack man
Pacman how in the fuck do you think we gon' do that, man?
Ridin' round Old National on eighteens without no
up in the mornin' make a little eggs benny
Summer time and I'm feelin' the heat
Roll the windows down, got the tunes bumpin
Ladies in the back, got
know I’m down to ride
Just like Old Jr. says, I just want to be great
Livin’ to my fullest pulling strings till they straight
My daddy taught me well,
Best friends in a pickup truck, we were Panama City bound
Eight hours in the back, wind blowin' with the sun beatin' down
Makin' plans to raise
Little brown-skinned lady bout five feet tall, Big Mama
[Chorus]
Early one Sunday morning
Breakfast was on the table (you gave me unconditional love)
to the beach, I'm Irish. I don't get a tan. I go from white to stroke, takes about 20 minutes. He inaudible get him in the van. I went snorkeling in Puerto Rico.
my eyes, I'm fresh to death,
Summer swagga, not suit and tie, move step by step,
Not only money in my mind, but damn right,
I got to have some, down in
'cause you ain't tainted by fame
And you still they little secret
That's the type of bullshit that they frequent
From 19, to 2019, been murderin' this
can't get that pussy nigga, I'm in his old lady yard
Screamin', "Fuck the other side"
Told y'all he ain't a real stepper, that's how that boy lil'
some more, I’ll give her what you flaw, uh
You’re a little kid, go and draw, proudly sponsored by Crayola, aye
I need to wake up cause this all feels
braced against the wall
He slowly looked up from his beer my God that man was tall
He said boy I see you're a scrapper so just before you fall
I'm gonna
And called him Jim
You have already met her. She is Della
Della finished her crying and cleaned the marks of it from her face
She stood by the window
My eye be eagle-like cherry whenever cranked to eleven
Regal, step with evil weapons, teachin' lessons in fresh
The Beach I rep from, left it,
"Knife crime is at a near record high
With more than forty blade offenses every day in London"
"At a youth club in South London
Not far from
Used to be I hated snow, but now I love the memory
Of my Little Jellybean's departure from her Momma's belly
Waiting on our baby girl, Room 387
Me
I'm from the Chi, you know the town
Like Young Joc and this bitch is going down
Louis Down, Old Money, Hubie Brown
Shorty got a Gucci gown
I can't
[Lady]
You have a call from an inmate in a correctional facility
Inmate, state your name (Darren)
This phone call may be monitored and recorded
By the shores of old Lake Michigan
Where the hawk wind blows so cold
An old Cub fan lay dying
In his midnight hour, the toll
Around his bed,
one that suffers from ED
But don't you dare dump your mistakes on me
Cause I'm tired of coming home to get bullied by some elderly
Especially when he's
devils taking nigga land and missuse it
On top of that I think my uncle on crack
My boy Quay Shaun took a slug in his back
>From another black
Oliver Paul, twenty years old
Thick head of hair, worries he's going bold
Wakes up at quarter past nine
Fair evades his way down the 96 tram line
pickin' on me?
'Cause you run like a girl and sit down to pee
But why's everbody always pickin' on me?
'Cause your only school chum was the lunch lady
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