Lyrics:
turn around and pat myself on the back (for doing good)
I don't need nobody else
I'm gon' do it by myself
Say what you wanna say but stick
(Soulo!), y'all can't fuck with me
I do it! (easily), if you saw me then you seein' 3
Still off of that P&P but I trade Patron for promethazine
Puff half
(Soulo!), y'all can't fuck with me
I do it! (easily), if you saw me then you seein' 3
Still off of that P&P but I trade Patron for promethazine
Puff half
of his hand
He wore a big ol' turban wrapped around his head
And a scimitar by his side
And, every evenin', about midnight
He'd jump on his camel named
Taking off the bars from the cell is how I make my living
Lord not be smitten by the cage and the angry men willing
Sta cat to lines with
Taking off the bars from the cell is how I make my living
Lord not be smitten by the cage and the angry men willing
Sta cat to lines with
can't do it like me
In the champagne room in the mood I can smell her perfume all over my jeans
In the booth at three
I get out by ten jogging
nothin'
Told 'em to suck it, fuck 'em
Still in this shit, I ain't duckin'
Worth too many millions
Foenem say get from around here, you trippin', you
Still they are around
I don’t understand, you know
Because they all
Seem like having so much fun
They feel like everyone around them
Think they’re cooler
slash faster get it by the pay load
Been about my peso's shoe box bankroll
Balling like a ankle Fuck I'm just thankful
HD 3-D... shit from all angles
We
right, Money
This one's for you
Special dedication to the NYC crew
We didn't change much as you can see
And the beats are still hyped up by Hurby
In
why we still here
You best watch what you say, you could pay with your life tonight
Fuck around and get killed
As I pray to the Lord, tell him if I
again with this foolishness man.
Man 2: Man you ain't know them people 3 years ago man. We got chased off the port, I done been - been, chased by chinese
the one's who stood there right by our sides
But I'm
Gettin' better everyday
Yeah I'm
Gettin' better everyday
And I know You'll be OK
2 or 3 or 400 day ago
Woah Woah, Yeah
From I came out the womb
I was sentenced to death
So I guess that I'm already dead
A lot of guys in the feds
I'm looking around
Nah No
Hey, is our love true?
Aye aye
It's been about three days, but I feel like I already know you
(Like I know, like I know you)
Already gotten
the driveway (yeah)
Three and a half whole ones gone by Friday (gone)
Now we ridin' back, smokin', listen to Sade (haha)
The dope's up in Maryland, the coke
it’s some things I gotta navigate
These niggas know that I get bread and still find ways to hate
I know by my namesake that I was born to be great
I
it’s a one eight seven
By a three-fifty seven
While Jesus telling me beware of the leavened
I’m spilt in the middle like malcolm
I’m drowning
It’s only
welfare's the American dream
And Daddy was rolling his eyes doing what he had to do try to fix the team
Then I lost 3 deals around Christmas 2018
pretty things
Pressed your line once to see what's up and you was playing around
Spin the block twice like category three, I'm touching down
Like juice
exhausted, from working 3 times more and still getting payed less by the hour
So can we start by accepting that privilege exists
Cause if we look down, our
a fucken hole in de beat When I enter de booth I be flamin' with heat But I'm still frozen, iced out and shit And it's me & my nigga, you know what it is In
been around the block a few times, fed up with defacing lies
High up with the birds but never sing like a canary, I
Never ride no waves, you still catch
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