Lyrics:
The boy had dreams, yea
The boy had dreams, had to get it by any means
Didn't know how long my life would be, some death I seen
Never know when your
tellin'
In his mind he indicted a felon
Every day is like hide and seek
If I lock down two in the mornin'
Tell me by night why I see three
Dottin',
write rhymes
I tell 'em I used to
Shit now I'm writin' history you gonna remember
Like The Juice Crew
You to the G to the K-P-A Playa
Miss me bout
the dishes
But I'm different, I still put 'em on just to show 'em right
I used to be the dark child but now I glow at night
I keep a milli by my side because
Watch when they walk by
Guys get the wondering eye
They rather get smacked then not look back
Tell you what's up with that
They see that wobble
Double down kings got the master plan
Speaks and Bu Bu on the track going ham
Look I'm about to go H.A.A.M
We goin H.A.A.M on 'em
I'm about to go
nigga (wha)
No Limit nigga (wha)
Flipmode nigga (wha)
No Limit nigga (wha)
Flipmode nigga
Yo yo yo (here we go)
Coincide with yo boy check out
but we faster (Faster)
Boys no fit die, cucaracha (Racha)
Vibe no dey die, cucaracha (Racha)
Still the Kojey that you know but the pros love 'em
Pick
gangsta, you can tell by the swag
And it's fresh off the lot, you can tell by the tag, what's up?
It's about 3 in the morning
Gotta leave with somethin' hot
boy tryna get bigger
It's Friday night, it's just me and my nigga
We on the hunt, on the scout
Tryna turn a bitch out
And when we get 'em, dig how we
more time than a rape right now
Tell me why them crazy white boys can tote a gun but I can't right now
Yea I had felonies, I done did dirt in the streets
get you more time than a rape right now
Tell me why them crazy white boys can tote a gun but I can't right now
Yea I had felonies, I done did dirt in
on esir boy I got esir boy now tell me who got some
Somebody you tuned into nigga just got off on
If you don't know than o sone cause this is
The sum up
the same, 'cause cock backwards is still cock you pricks
I love it when I tell 'em shove it
Cause it wasn't that long ago when Marshall sat, luster lacked,
going through it yea
And I can tell you bout a real nigga going through it
Put his hands up
We got em going out the sad way
Bake that boy a cake
And I
the lobby tell them send them up
Any pussy ever disrespect me ima hem him up
Grab him by the collar my for my dollars i can hit em up
Shut em down pick em up
boy cause he be down but he say cheese
Roll up that za I smoke exotic by the pea
No one can ever help you out when you tell 'em that you in need
yeah)
Remix
Now this that sh-, right here
Bad Boy, baby (uh, yeah)
Janet (uh, yeah)
JJ (uh, yeah)
This goes out to all the clubs (the one and only)
yeah)
Remix
Now this that sh-, right here
Bad Boy, baby (uh, yeah)
Janet (uh, yeah)
Jj (uh, yeah)
This goes out to all the clubs (the one and only)
the street and
Go loot with the masses
Tell me how boy went from
Coupe to a casket
Tryna rob me like baskin
Chopper sing it's everlasting
Then make a play with
niggas is punks
They runnin' off at the mouth 'til I fill it up with my pump
They jump, my automatic keep 'em wary
Why you frontin' like you really
In my mind I was next up
And I'd check em if they test us
DJ Khaled tell em bless up
Bless up
But baby I am next up
In my mind I was next up
And I'd
realize you're on the weak end to the streets
Preacher for they peeps, you asshole
You in the motion to grab toes, you're reachin' for defeat
I tell 'em I
what's left behind
And what's to come in the same introduction of a king
Just know everything coming can only give birth to the principle that by any means
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