Lyrics:
These guys wan be my bredren
Tell em no way
This girl wan be my second
Tell her no way
They clout chase for attention
Tell em no way
No way, no way
Verse. 2
1. Way too up Imma Living Legend
I can feel the high Imma need a second
2. Finna layover till the next connection, Lost in the clouds think I’m
celebration of you
Shawty Ima raise a glass,
Here's a toast to the ladies with class,
I see you babe
Saying hey-ey-ey
I love the way she make
Girl
Saturday, Sunday (a week)
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday
Seven days a week
Every hour, every minute, every second
You know, night after
Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday (a week)
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday
Seven days a week
Every hour, every minute, every second
Saturday, Sunday (a week)
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday
Seven days a week
Every hour, every minute, every second
You know, night after
Saturday, Sunday (a week)
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday
Seven days a week
Every hour, every minute, every second
You know, night after
Saturday, Sunday (a week)
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday
Seven days a week
Every hour, every minute, every second
You know, night after
Saturday, Sunday (a week)
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday
Seven days a week
Every hour, every minute, every second
You know, night after
around the corner?
You want to see the real wicked shit, where the wicked at?
Channel 2, 4 and 7, they be kickin that
News!! real fuckin bloody tv, no
Let me tell you bout a girlie who went by the name of Annabel
This ain't one that's for the weak so skip if you can't handle well
5'2 blonde hair
desk/ so did he didn’t break my neck/ I got taken/ into the hall n yelled at/ by that Dyke bitch Miss Keaton/ nothin happened to the bully/ no punishment/
myself, if I, could (Pow!)
Yeah you're lookin' at a mafakkin' bitch ass
Second -class (Uh), empathetic (Yah)
No, I don't care, 'bout your aesthetic
I'm
me young nigga get paid no matter what the cost
7.62 rounds, gon' knock a nigga off
Said take the trip by yourself, that way no one'll talk
Pussy
Just to prove that I hit
Shit that ain’t no savvy shit
SWOL
She called me at 7 and said
Can we meet at 8?
She ask if I’m hungry
I put her on a plate
See
Shurly a sign on the moon in the sky
Tame a racoon with my buddhist inside
End of sesion my tu-tor starts to cry
No espanol' stuck in this little mind'
Im
the homies, that's on me
24/7, Kendrick reppin' these cold streets
Don't we live by it, die by it, then reincarnate
And if Game told me, "Drive by it," I
And the dwarfs of falseness throw mud at your back
Guided by spells from the old seer's hands
You're suffering pain only steel can stand
Stay well on your way
through so much shit and more
Since the start of Year 7 (it's crazy)
And I’m thanking God that I’m breathing
No less than a second
When I walk in
to be
Is left up to me, and my momma and 'em told me
No, no, no (ahh)
I'm so tired, it's been so long, struggling, hopelessly
Seven and forty
to grab my old school tape
Mad with no music, but happy cause free
And the streets to a player is the place to be
Got a knot in my pocket, weighing
cousin came home about 2 days later
September 25th to October 7th
Me and my co-defendant, saying we stealing cars and toting weapons
With no confessions,
extend
That money you made by selling out them
Then you get caught this part isn't fun
Caught snatching the fees at seven to one
Seven million to you
turn you to a second class citizen
So think about the problems that you get before you get in it
It's Clipse from The Den spit this message 'til I
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