Lyrics:
can blow me in the dark
In the parking lot of the trailer park by the garbage
What're you waiting on, me to roll out the carpet?
Condoms are in
brain fried, lungs sore
You pull up, we started fuckin' at the front door
You different I had bitches by the 14
Now it's clear why I only need
ain't get to live his dream
Ain't been the same me since Dump died, been hurtin' by any means
Cousin merked in front my eyes, this can't be life, ain't
the conductor muttered, "so cliche'"
Don't wait to run 'til it's in front of you
Don't wait to run 'til there ain't nothing else for you to do
People roast me
chicks was in there freaking
Grinding off "As We Lay"
Walk with me why'all
Back in the Day, you and ya man slap tapping away
Pitching chains, playing
Fifty Harleys behind me, they all ready to slaughter
Drunk in front of my sons, drunk in front of my daughter
Spit, cuss, and I yell, it's like
go by the name King Braize
I specialize at putting ink to the page
Beautiful gift but yet it keeps me in rage
Because the music I make and things that
I'm the only one wrap, bitch, the pack in the mail
Had to make somethin' for the gangsta bitches
Never by myself got the banger with me
Hatin' ass
the ends
Mi never in bed by ten
Mi a lickle bwoyyy, chilling in the ends
Mi never in bed by ten
Pain
Pain in my heart
Let me tell you how my story starts
You're on TMZ
Stalking you
Just waiting by a front door
Trailing you through
Airport security
They were TMZ
They were TMZ
We caught this Oscar nominee
That's when we used to serve in front of Com'wealth School
Fuel for cars and jewels, chains and tools
It was organized crime but we remained confused
not impressed by you at all, so you won't see me again
Her and I rock a wedding, so we can not speak again
Graduated out the streets, in the slum they
I’m up now
Next and wrist bust down
Bitch I’m fresh to death I need a medical check up now
I’m in the front now ain’t no more runner ups now
Wasn’t
first album I was sitting
on the steps in front of my apartment when a gypsy
woman passed by. She stopped and asked me if I would
like my fortune read
on the rapture
I guess it was my soul he was trying to capture
He missed me by a hairbone fracture
But he wanted to lay me down in a green pasture
But yet aiya
grave
Continuously whippin' niggas like a runaway slave
Must was meant for me to be thuggin', I stay in some beef
Baby and Slim keep tellin' me
Standin' on the front stoop hangin' out the window
Watchin' all the cars go by, roarin' as the breezes blow
Crazy lady, livin' in a bag
Eatin' outta
watched me grow
On these streets they watched me grow
On these streets
Yo
Tottenham, I was raised in the block, that's man
Surrounded by dingers
to call me the pirex kid, aka young arm and hammer
In the kitchen with the pots yeah work the glass
Hard on 'em pimp yeah I work the task
And when they
success it came luckily
The same lame duckin me, the same dame in love wit me
Dip-Set be one set I claim is sucker free!!
Don't Fuck Wit Me
[Chorus
the best
Pulling major flex on IG
Tryna woo you down but I cannot see the love in you
Still hurt by your past it's true
Bout to make a better way just for me
close associates and friends
You know, sneak it in with they friends at the job
Happy hour at the bar while this song is in they car
And even if
slipping ?]
Hell no! Just trippin' off 8-ball
And girls ain't nothin' but female dogs to me:
Bitches! I'm sorry for that verse
It's in my nature, I gotta
slipping ?]
Hell no! Just trippin' off 8-ball
And girls ain't nothin' but female dogs to me:
Bitches! I'm sorry for that verse
It's in my nature, I gotta
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