Lyrics:
Black bandanna I'll hitchu with the blamma
Been a hot nucca welcome to my cabana
I pull strings like Carlos Santana
Banana clip do you dirtier than
Live party people but the rest did not survive
(Why?) They had a cardiac arrest
Now rocking microphones is something I do daily and
Making people
so tired
Music is supposed to inspire
How come we ain't gettin no higher?
I know you think that you've got it all
And by making other people feel
to go through emotions, yeah I'm crying the Nile
I was raising up the vibes right upon my arrival
In the handcuffs, hit the griddy, keeping a smile
People
Co-signed by Alchemist, stamped by Babu
Executive Produced, yours truely, got loot
It's a new day, phones still tapped
Watchin' the crew
They put out one
bring? Nothin' but pain and one in your fuckin' brain
Ain't nothin' changed since the album, I'm still wildin'
I'm still violent I've been waitin' for
head bless ya daughter with a million dollar mouth
Nigga I was raised by some bmf gangsters
Regardless of my ways nigga I'm forever thankful
Rollies is
followers on Twitter
I'd like to live in a world where the quality of one's music isn't predetermined by their number of Spotify streams
The head of A&R
a place that I would never go back
Straight facts motivated by Him got back in class
South Florida Bulls Christ kept me cool so I hit the gas Go BULLS!
Order now before the sounds of sexy soul get away
Hey y'all, I got a great new album in the mail today
Finer thangs, hoes like (Yeah) dough
of sinners baby I'm a Cole album
When my album drops, niggas know it'll be a cold album
Negative energy, nigga I can't have it
When I prophesy, feeble minds
islands swimming in the biggest oceans ever
So you know what we gon' do?
We gon' live it up to the fullest
Ayo Game, talk that talk
In '05 Nas said I
Sito) i live for this shit, man
I live for the action
(Who put this thing together? Me)
Do a drive-by, man, I call that old fashioned
(Brra, brra)
Shoot
it as a sign on how
Im living my life
Who can I trust
I put my faith in the lord
My soul is protected by
The shield and the sword
This right here my
real, we really get it how we live
We get on heavy creel, we get on heavy pills
Me and my niggas, and my Cubans and my Haitians them
Bitch I'm from Dade
Reporting live from Hawaii with my girl
I brought sand to the beach
Working on vacay in the booth, sand on my feet
I'm from the ground up like
Should I give up? Should this album be my final one?
Tony Bennett had a hit when he was 91
I may not live that long - I don't know
But I ain't giving up,
of medicine and it never helps!
Day by day I'm struggling against myself!
Tell me every type of advice that I've heard before
And nevertheless it's getting
kid
The Lexo, bubble eye edition, had that bitch on Fig'
Reminisce to Smokey while I smoke on Biggs
In my bed like peas, this the life I live
Talk
single
I wanna get used to you
You told me live my life it's all you
But you could still hit me and fall thru
Just hit the beeper
Hit me on my beeper if
From the land of Larry Hoover where they bury shooters
I'm shinin' hard, Stanley Kubrick
We don't live by the law
Two-time felony charge, gun totin'
soldier shit
Keep on servin' 'em, 'cause you know we do work
Mashin'' in my Chevy down the streets of New York, they feel me
I smooth grip, and hit up
getting pass-ons, be by-gones
Nevertheless is definitely hit and hits are what we strive on
We feel this way every single day all day
So make way
Was
enough
Drive-by's, blood-spattered on my shoe, I'm not hood enough
But why cry?
I Waka Flocka Flame, hit your block up
Thug life, it's in my veins, go
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