Lyrics:
him my fist
Send him with the record
Bitch u be bugging
Don't got time for texting
Just call me the dick
Let me fuck on your best friend
And I heard I
Don't want to stand by
Envy your damn life
Should be me it's fine
Entourage and camouflage to come up
The worst behavior but motherfuckers don't love us
You already know what it is, from Harlem to Houston
Jae Millz, E.S.G. holla at me my nigga
'Cause you say you sold drugs, that don't make you
failed
Like that same bullshit they got
Your old man with
For real mehn it's deep like coffins
Not from Atlanta but the streets got
Selling gas
Of this journey
From EC also one three one
Cleveland East side
Everything has brought me
To this moment
Life has its up's and downs
Trails and tribulations
We're buying more bricks, we're buying more sticks
They told me I should get it how I live
We coming from broken homes (broken homes)
My niggas still
Eighth grade for some reason I was desensitized
Ninth grade I moved away to live another life
My mom sent me to high school on the other side
'Cause
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
by Wolves Season two
I saved it just for you
Don't worry, if you watched it already it's cool
I won't be upset
But I bet you miss me being able
our youth is gettin' murdered by
the D.A. says they got me on a felony
I'm tryin' to live my life, so what the fuck is you tellin' me?
The streets
using them for mini corn dogs," but we fixed the problem
By selling the corn dogs, and he collected what he needed from the trash
I was kidnapped by some
[radio announcer]
This is DJ Sayyyy WHAT?! on this motherfucker
Comin at you live on WKYA Radio from the Brick City
The weather is callin for it
friends that much
I be staying to myself I ain't playing like the ref
Even though my dawg told me I don't live that much
Rockin' shit from Atlanta more drip
straight line's the crookest way anywhere
So don't be swayed by these fools
Live your life right, baby pa, you know the rules
Never ever show disrespect
always down call me
Just know I'm up, I ain't getting no sleep
Girl I can't rest without you by my side
When the world end and it's all deep
We could be
Whips and chains, whips and chains
Jacob know my name
He call me Kunta, you my brother
We come from the same modern world
That's ya girl? I see she
You already know what it is, from Harlem to Houston
Jae Millz, E.S.G. holla at me my nigga
'Cause you say you sold drugs, that don't make you
from people that are gone
Give me a call when you get off work
You're leaving in two weeks
We should really hang out
The lamp that I use to light up my
niggas laying down and y'all ears out here in these streets
I guess you took it literal
Guess the only code you live by's forget-it-code
Uh, if I should
Call me a sympathetic, never could begin to get it
How they live their lives without a shred of love to get ahead, but
Ultimately, they're moving
a little hard to copy
'Cuz of where I'm from the whole game will call me white trash
But I cook the beat and then I give you boys whiplash
I don't spend cash
Take you on a ride for real
Know you wanna slide for real
Me and my dogs about to turn shit up
Waking up hella missed calls she finna burn shit up
and can spit like this
Cuz this shit ain't new to me I'm just new to yall
Trying to do some real numbers yall know who to call
Long as your budget and my
from my sig
Leave a hole in you bigger than BIG
Nigga you dead, I know where Nori live
You live by Nori crib
You talkin' all that shit
Nigga you
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