Lyrics:
just trynna smile
Been sad for a while
So sick of feeling shitty so
Now I'm switching up my styles
Karma said what goes around well come on back to me
So
rap, don't do this music shit for fun
PS5, Call of Duty, only time you see me run
I'ma keep this shit a band, yo nigga bunk if he ain't us
Pullin' up in
deserted but you
Know that's how it goes and it could end around the corner
Pale yellow leaves
Streetlight shining through October trees
Standing somewhere
up? What's up?
What's up, Bri? (What's up, Bri?)
What's up, Ki? (Ayy, Ki)
What's up, Lisa?
Damn, I want all three (come here), ooh
Ashley (ayy),
smoke got me feeling like I'm the man now
I want the bands now so I can't stand around
Niggas is clowns wearing they uncles hand me downs
She like my
least expect it
We'll always be connected...
By this dream in which I pray
That you will find your way
And come on back around
I'll be waiting right down
groove will save you from what is coming
And if you feel that chilling air, there comes a thrilling scare, so don't get spooked
Ok, this has gotten too far
tryna understand
How we gone be up nigga a hunnit bands
I don't really fuck with niggas so it ain't no friends
I don't know what's yo intentions so I
to put you down
So watch how you proceed in life
I'm warning you
What goes round will come back around
And it will follow you
Hunt you down and then take
Playing jazz you see
But jazz wasn't big around one A.D.
So he got himself a job in the palace band
Where he heard about three kings
In the desert sand
hole
You reap what you sow
And that's how it goes
He died and rose
Bring light to the road
Tell those who don't know
That's how it goes
He died and rose
see that nigga he gone blow em down
Might hear an open round
I ain't wit the shit just keep my folks around
I go by cola guess the know me now
Got
gat for the dirty mack
There goes the bill-board pull it
And see up I'm still number one with the bullet
What the fuck do I sing?
It looks like
This song goes out to all the money men
He drives around in a fancy car
Smokes those long Cuban cigars
He don't know how to play guitar
He
[Chorus]
[Ghostface Killah]
Josephine, what's wrong, baby?
Come on
[Ghostface Killah]
Yo, what your momma gonna think of you girl?
Her little
and withstand what I stand
All of my plans go hand in hand, sheesh
All of my plans go hand in hand, sheesh
All of my plans gon get the bands, sheesh
All of my
like what the fuck
And i count my bands like oh yeah
Do my dance like oh yeah
Fucking a fan like oh yeah
My nigga ride around with the draco mp5
Bae you
the men who’ve twisted her
She’ll still be coming around
Long after they’re all in the ground
And the world goes round
And the world goes round
Awed by
a strat and a half
Cuz imma make it
And i swear on my life
Another minute goes by
And i cant find a laugh
These bitches know I'm ride or die
So I'm livin in
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
commitment
The show of a man who feigns
A love that I love
Now I said it
So by the time you come to
We'll know just what to do
We'll be singing and dancing
For
Drop it boys
I say, "Hey man, what you doing later on?"
He said, "Oh man, I'm just hanging out later on"
I said, "I'll swing by and get you
on a show baby don’t pretend
All that shit I said I meant
Come around the crew, baby brings yours too
She from the jungle shit ain’t new
Am I doin' anything
wherever we bound by
Same block where they sell you a pack out of Crown Fried
To put me in your deck is like I brought you around mine
Just as long as you
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