Lyrics:
Some of the times
cll of the times
I will feel a way down
Or maybe too up too
I can't decide
Which of these lines
To draw between the place
a bar, this is hey, hey
Back up in the trunk with tha AK
Each line pack a Fabolous punch, no diss to Ray J
Nah, see I don't dab and I don't nae nae
Got
MASSacrer's hold me down
J-City N double O S E B. GanGSta and the crown
And I'm So Mill City I rock it out with the jewels
If they try the defense they straight
Drake, J Coles, and Big Seans
Time for the world to pay homage
Bow to the rap Gods or them K's vomit
Fuck you know about Dipset you little dipshit
If you
My life, Ain't how it's seen
Cameras roll, I'm always on the scene
Gang
I made mistakes In my past
My Reflections On Life
I'm Drippin Bonaqua,
a sundress
Girl come face me
Black or white
I don't care
I ain't racy
Past couple of days
A nigga being spacey
Thinking bout a mill
Not a meal
Fuck yo pastry
baggage
Spliff after spliff I admit that im an addict
My past in my rearview
Say Jesus take the wheel
They spinning for a bill
& who am I to judge whats
fear
Armed-Armed wit hammers don't hesitate
Headed east, passing Mill
Tempe zone just for the thrill
I'm passing through no time to chill Just time
would have been fucked if I really wasn't handy
Couple times I made a nigga dance like Bambi
We came up disposing of the whiskey and the Brandy
Now
open doors, coke in her nose
She left the restroom and the mess, livin' kinda fast boo
But not too quick for me to move past you
Ignore the lower
'bout feelings
It goin' grab my reckless ass by the necklace
"Is my time over?" "Is this a dead end?"
"Will I end dead now?" "Have I lived? Nah!"
That's
a chairman (diamond)
Rolex beat, it's time for just winning, no fakes
Just copped more 4 5's and 9s, I ain't talking bout no J's
Please be afraid but I
you?
See, you should never take advice from a person
When they ain't gon' be affected by the outcome
And when you're looking at the life of a person
Or speak about it too much, you gon' die by the sword
So think about it, do us an injustice, you know time flies
Life, I can't trust it, so I stay high
on thang was so wise, understand
A miracle thing was a really from da, song he was singing don't carrying about
Must go past thang imma struggle no about
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah yeah
I play with these blickies
These niggas ain't know
Get me the ice pick I'm goin iso
That nigga J3 been acting so cold
Momma
Cause Loon'll call them dudes, come use them gats
Remember the time when I didn't use to rap
You know me, O.G., O.T. movin past
As far as the street, I
I had a whole lot
Whole lot of friends
I fucked it up
But they pretend
That it was all me
It wasn’t them
Hold lots of pictures by my side
My wallet
Yo yo yo they didn't see us coming
J Dub and me in the hizzy izzy izzy
Listen man, I'm so sick and tired of photographers coming up every which way
face (ha)
Who the fuck y'all hoes playin' wit' anyways? (What?)
City Girls make 'em wish like Ray J (let me talk to 'em)
All these niggas wanna fuck
the loudest
What the fuck that shit is deafening
BK tried to jump me but too late will step ahead of him
Yea I been so ahead of dem
Kvppa in the back and J
Between me, T-Mills, and G
I'm talking like seven days, seven-hundred J's
Overseas, it was me and Michael B
That was right around the time, my man Sisqo
Dark times in the cold streets
Made me get up, made me go eat
I done did it by my lonely
I was starving, I was hungry
Dark times in the cold streets
on bidness
And handlin' mine
Chip on my shoulder
I'll be fine by time
I'm doin' good
Now guess who's lyin'
Shit in the past
Trynna leave it behind
It's hard
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