Lyrics:
count my sheep
So much shit going on man I'm
Losing sleep
Go big or go home don't you play it cheap
What goes up must come down just remember me
I say my
white man money
Have a black man wilding
That man don't look like me, no
Ain't nobody smiling, it's more than race to me
What happen to them Harriet
There's man tryna spy on the kid
Now that i'm lit
I am the shit, no I am even harder with it woah
Always on a wave I just lied to my girls phone
No
Ndiyaku thanda mna
You know I love you
Don't you doubt that
Anybody want your body
Let's get nasty
Don't you worry
Keep it on the low ain't nobody
Chorus:
Pour Up
Time to celebrate
For this life we live
Pour Up (Pour Up)
Getting to this fortune
Man
Its looking like a gold rush (Gold Rush)
myself in ways that you could only imagine
Man this is me, and the lessons from back then my history and all it's taught me
It's led me to make
Francis Coppola
Stand by what I post on social media
Like standing in the post to make a man a poster
You mediocres can't man the goat
I planned to go
friends
It's so good to see you again
Now I've been all by myself
I don't think I could make it alone
I don't think I could make it alone
Got her
friends
It's so good to see you again
Now I've been all by myself
I don't think I could make it alone
I don't think I could make it alone
Got her
friends
It's so good to see you again
Now I've been all by myself
I don't think I could make it alone
I don't think I could make it alone
Got her
Out in the street today
The kids are out playing, having fun
Well I pass them by I'm not a kid, no
I don't love anyone
I met a man today
He told
You don't trust nobody it's obvious
I don't spend my time with nobody else
I'll shoot you straight like machine guns
I was the man of your dreams
And you say
I been walking like a dead man
I don't believe what I see in my hands
Blood lust
Better stay as far as you can
By any means I'll achieve
up
They say man don't live by bread alone(Fact)
Tryna get the money from this microphone
So don't believe what you heard (yeah)
Everything they
don't care about timing
Ask shots in R if I know about mileage
Posted on the block yeah it's looking like high-bridge
Anything you want yeah we got yeah
Omo, it's been a lot of pains and backstabbers haters out there man
Backstabbers them won come kill me, bad man see me for TV, they won't come try
a mad gyal, I'ma mad man
All she wants is fucking sex
I'm in libs just spent five jibs
I'm done for the night, let's give it a fucking rest
Fuck opps,
God prepare the table for me, cut from a different cloth (man down)
Cut up, it's gon' cost, you don't get stripes for a junkie (uh-uh)
Flunkus payin'
truth
If by this you are offended
I don't give a shit, fuck it, I meant it
Smooth sailing over these beats
As you listen
I've been given a lot of hidden
of hoes, make dough, and kick the bo-bo
It's hard but fair
MJG told your bitch ass
Quick fast, I make my shit last, and put you in the past
Don't ask cat, go
Like bro in the cut, tryin' to up it and bang
Once I catch 'em in person, they actin' like fans
I don't really care cause I'm smokin' they mans
Like, who
can't imagine living life without you by my side.
Day after day you find a way to make this grown man cry.
It's so true, I'm all for you.
My arms still
First of all you gotta have nuts
Don't give a fuck
Nigga's duck when I bust
'cause they know if I miss it ain't by much
Thinkin short like
what you could've been man who knows
Used to look up to you now don't cross my mind no more
Had too much vision but we so blinded by this dope
Now I
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