Lyrics:
Sick) hey, I've got a way
Let's fill them up with peanuts and popcorn
And then see how they play
Hey, Mr Vendor, listen to me
Those Jacksons could use
with me, they gone die with me
For my little brother, I increased the murder rate
I sacrificed my life to make sure my little brother straight
Fighting
round and rolling
Head on I ain't loafing
I done lost so many to the streets I'm trynna cope it
The struggles only shape me for the come up Chadwick
a while since the last time so neva doubt me
I'm rollin' wit' niggas who'a cool is down to do whateva
Just for da love like a 'cause and I ain't gon' need
in these streets they Ain’t got no love in em
How u want me to look out for you and you Ain’t got my back
Soon as I cut off fake friends that’s when my
wherever I am
And daddy won't you bring me back to Muhlenberg County down by the Green River where Paradise lays/ Well I'm sorry my boy but you're too late
me a warrant
These bitches be snitching, these niggaz informants
They been giving you warnings but you just ignore it
When I was broke, sad, down bad,
I've been laced for a week so I'm numb now
Come now sit down, show you just how we get down
Money on my mind and evil that all around me
Tryna get it
Second I'm out on the hustle I sit and I guzzle hopin' reality'll
Pass me by, right on by and I'm not gonna sit and lie how a my life
Has been at fine I
believed so many lies my Nigga
So many people left me down in the Dark
And i dont know why my nigga
I know how to get to the money all By myself dont need
blunt, one page, and one pen
one prayer, tell God to forgive me for 1 sin
matter of fact maybe more then one
look back at all the hatred against me
persuasion in to Teemwork and Tuff house tax evasion
How you set up a lick then put out a hit on the same niggaz you split 70k with
You ain't shit!
I hope you
(buck)
Put ya faith in me, in Juice you trust (Juice)
I'm wide awake but my eyes wide shut (shut)
Ain't too many niggas in this world I trust
Y'all had ya
lil bih it’s for the hype
Tell a bih Give It Up
I be rolling living by the dice
In a whip, and it’s foreign
2 Seats with a Trophy
Bad Bitch ain’t Boring
muhfucka I'm a menace
Me and my lil bay all white playing tennis
Being so damn broke that just raised my antennas
To get it on my own never staring being
to the gang no look
She see I'm getting money it's all in my walk
She ask me what's a jawn she like how I talk
Lil bro shooting from trae like he on the hawks
and you, we gon' grow old, yeah
You down for me, and that I know, yeah
What we don't tell, they don't know, yeah
Up in these, I done seen so many things
Tell dem bella dem ar kommot from Freetown
Everybody want for know how de street tan
Tell dem say me na warrior da fos fos warrior wae anysai r go ar
got too much pride
Ima go out like a champ homie do or die
I be shooting for the sky I be shooting high
If you real wit me I'll probably keep you by my
got too much pride
Ima go out like a champ homie do or die
I be shooting for the sky I be shooting high
If you real wit me I'll probably keep you by my
many bow
Girls acting friendly now
(Killa c'mon feel me, ow
I leave'm past sleeping
Last weekend
I took Cardin to get his ass eatin'
He said
many you threw away-ay-ay
Get the fuck outta my way
Can't you see i'm in a race race race
She tryna use me for the fame but i ain't gona let her
I can't
I figured it out, they just talk for da clout
How you runnin yo mouf like you be in da trap
Run off on me now he can’t come around
See dat black
lil homies plotting to get me on
But no head over heels you better get me
Forever all about you like Wrigleys woo
It be true me for you that's how it is
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