Lyrics:
ill-equipped for this bomb threat
If she could get too thick for Shawshank
Don't bank on lip if you can't swim or walk it
Didn't got the whisky on the arm rest
too much?
I don't want to fake it, just show love
Get in, turn the lights on, team up
Help my fam and my friends, yeah we came up
Cheers to the good
too much blood, I've done too much wrong
My time might be coming soon
Cause by the sun it's almost noon
Got my finger on the trigger, quickest you ever
take my time with you
I wanna take so god damn much
Outro
Hey,
So I guess we did it!
We've been here for ten long years! And I can't wait for
Wait til I get
This money right
Wait til I get
This timing right
Wait til I get
My mental right
Just me myself and I alright
You can't flex on me
I
it's going,
My eyes will flash, is it too late to ask,
God to give me the strength to get up off my ass.
[Verse 1:]
I got these thoughts (What you been
calling your bluff
Way too much and I don't give a fuck
Wave you ain't had imma sauce you up
Swerving like Dinero in my ride I wanna cruise
Intercontinental
to see it baby
And you was out here doing the same thing as me
I wanna ask, has he been by the crib?
Has he been in our, car? And did you let him,
to see it baby
And you was out here doing the same thing as me
I wanna ask, has he been by the crib?
Has he been in our, car? And did you let him,
to see it baby
And you was out here doing the same thing as me
I wanna ask, has he been by the crib?
Has he been in our, car? And did you let him,
know what you’re like (Yeah I know)
I hate too much chatting
I’m planning a come up so nasty that you’ve never seen it (Tell 'em)
My visions too strong
my friend
Cant fool God, he know yo motives
Never catch him lacking
Wanna be a demon, go head
Boy thats living death
You aint got no slimes down there
fade away, fade away
You can't rub it, rub it off
You can't rub it, rub it off (Bow, bow)
I gotta get that through my head (What?)
Dab away, dab away
Off the top, we pop like bubble play with us, and you in trouble
I'm trippin' I don't think he was gon' do it
Oh my God, is that a Buick? I'm so used
to him he know it all
Taught the game and coached it
And I ran the ball
Catch me in that field not no sideline cause I'm in the war
Too much blood can't
understand that
Been so candid in my raps
Too deep be the same that
Girls tell you you lack
Don’t ask me how I know
Put the blame on the circumference of the O
When I can't begin to hold myself
You still hold me
God, forgive all of my enemies
God, forgive all of my frien-emies
Forgive the men who could
Never
Dear God
I know we don't talk
As much as we used to and I know it's only my fault
Yeah, I've been lost
I'm relentlessly working
You can't deny that
always feel buzzed
Let me talk my shit just once
I don't ever do too much
I been on my own for a while
Now everybody say wassup
Even all the ones who hate
me what's good for my soul
Sometimes I failed to keep it playa and did way too much for hoes
But you always get back and that's just how the story goes
as a Christmas tree
But you can't take my gift from me
I been on my own
Reliving my memories
I been by myself
Protecting my energy
Don't know why they trying me
putting words in with a pedal
Keep your faith in God and don't you listen to the devil
Good in all aspects of my life and you can't get up on my level
I was
sweet and I observe love
Only for you, I ask God to show me the truth
What he showed me was you
Wherever I go, my soul leads to you
Days gone, nights
somethin', can't choose which gun
Don't do no cuffin', go when night come
No, you can't be my girl, bitch, are you dumb? (Are you dumb?)
Never gave a fuck
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