Lyrics:
of luxuriant chairs
And you won't know a thing till you get inside, yeah
Run with me
Run with me
Run with me
Let's run
Some outlaws lived by the side
a hater I could tell by what you post
Getting to the money I don't really mean to boast
Chilling with the homies and we gonna make a toast
I'm a living
CLEANIN' HOUSE by Leo Frappier and Kevin Lee Junious
Throw my hands up, can't take it no more.
I've got my broom I got to sweep some floors.
It's
Means
Middle fingers guns pointed at my enemies
I know it's still a lot of bitches out there missing me
You gotta I'm a get by Any Means
They gotta know
play that shit, travis?
Me and my friends hang out at my house a lot
Whether we're skateboarding or swimming or
Playin' a game or
Someone cooking some
use my brains when I'm ("drivin' round")
Step in the car and go
Round down by your lady and I
Be waiting at the door
We bout to go ("drivin'
went to jail in a Bentley (okay)
Straps with me in New York City (uh)
Lil' black nigga with all this fuckin' paper on me, man
What the fuck they mean
your house THIS YEAR while
Trying to pick up our son while
He watched from the window
It was my weekend and you
Denied me that because your
Parents were
means that be was
Born.. as a creative, cut king
Supreme poet, inferior to nothing
Call me the teacher, since I'm the one who taught you
(What's
the road by any means
Become the best version of me by any means
Stay focus by any means
Keep Writing by any means
Recording by any means
Love God by any
right
You live by your convictions
That bore me
Emerging from a dream where houses are green
Make your own story
Let me feel everybody here
You live by
days
Since a youngin mama told me watch the company you keep
Used to laugh and blow it off not really knowing what she mean
You become who you around she
stacking money by the ton
Here we come
Nigga what you mean
For the bread I’ll come through and ice and nigga
You know me
I’m a cake like icing nigga
If I am
Haunting the ghost of me
Lonely in a crowded room together
Tell me who's scared now?
This is the ghost of you
Haunting the ghost of me
Playing house
wanna bounce to the beat
It makes me wanna bounce bounce
Bounce to the beat i'm all up in the club
E'rybody in this motherfucker wanna mean mug
Make
don't mean
I want to sit around my house and watch TV
I want the real life, I want to live the real life
Jackson, Jackson, was a good kid
He had
involved from a far, affected by the street laws
Concrete walls, not even earthquakes could shake them brick walls
Nick's and garden projects this is me
to therapy, how was that?
Did you get rid of me? Nope didn't think that
How are you going to live your life?
When you can't even leave your empty house
You're
appears quite small
But is in fact very large, is the larger house's interior
The residents of the large house live inside the attic's house
It is unclear
I'm drunk off the liquor
Smokin' funk by the boxes, packin' Glocks is
Natural to eat you niggas like chocolates
The funk baby
(I live for
I'm drunk off the liquor
Smokin' funk by the boxes, packin' Glocks is
Natural to eat you niggas like chocolates
The funk baby
(I live for
that you saw me
The story started when you said, "Hello"
In a crowded room a few short years ago
And sometimes there's no proof, you just know
a f***ing daughter
You understand me and why the f*** would you bring my neighbor to jail
Just because the reason why he live next door to me,
Ain't
a f***ing daughter
You understand me and why the f*** would you bring my neighbor to jail
Just because the reason why he live next door to me,
Ain't
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