Lyrics:
it's crack, 200 grams
I pump a G-pack, peepin' for where the D's at
It's slow, lookin' for Rambo
The cop who got grazed back in the days
Chasin'
bound your heart to mine
I can feel it within me deep inside
Your heart beat echoes in my ears
Broken by the sound I'll never hear
If you were with me
them ghetto and sober bitches in 'burban districts
I'm movin on passin' chumps, and very thoroughly promoted by God's Son
And this is the military turn
Is that Tip12lve?
Everyday I wake up gotta walk by faith
Can't get off her and she can't get off of me
I get blessed everyday need congratulations
that you be talkin barely getting you by
Purple kush and chocolate thai every day I'm getting high
Burgers and some french fries still don't fill my
Jones]
Purple drank I'ma po' up, got the rap game sewed up
They see my grill and like hold up, invisible set, princess cuts
Purple drank I'ma po' up,
i got the heater
Tryna catch my drip
She gon drink it by the liter
Half black Philippina
Right angle how I lean her
Tryna rock the boat deep strokes
her mouth only out of spite
(Whoa-oh-oh) but I'd never hit a woman, never in my life
(Ayy) I was in too deep like Mekhi Phife'
(Ayy) in that pussy so
a pose
I'm still ridin' on elbows, in eighty-threes and eighty-fo's
The gangsta slab is what I flip, wood grain is what I grip
That purple drank is what
Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
200 years of absence broken by a brazen pair
It's not to shake a stick at when you actually AB the numbers
And so it was the PA game
away
Sleep with that purple by her side
Now she's seeing strobe light
Her last man did her wrong
And he left her mind gone
She's just fading away
Till
in the urn
Is it God or money that really make the world turn?
Grab your gun, separate the ones from the real funds
Inhale deep and hold it in your
And, she's coming home
I got a picture of her down by the seashore
Wearing a bikini made of purple velour
Her hair's up like Conway Twitty's pompadour
She gone get into it right away
She want it 247 I'm talking night and day
I go in deep she throw it back we trying to run a play
Been a Lil Minuit I
to the head, I need 200 by the morning
I got bands on my head, I got luggage by the hundreds
Even on the darkest days, I still make the
sunrise
Wake up
commit
Once was young and reckless
Then i learned i got a lot to live
Im just learning lessons
I take it slow
And day by day
Reaching for the stars
Verse 1 - Purple SWG:
Im a fucking paradox
No im not
Cant forget about my last
She's god damn hot
The moon its rising
The sun its setting
The dark
the way she smiled would turn him on
Adam Tan, he drove a purple sedan and liked to take it out whenever he could
Peggy Sue, she drove a purple car too
a turtle.
Gas got me geeked, bitch I feel like Steve Urkle.
Move off this juice, yeah my vision be purple.
Rollin' deep in hell I just spawned my own portal.
head gone
Purple drank up in my styrofoam
My styrofoam
Trappin drugs thru a iPhone
A iPhone
We been starving for so long
Way too many headstones
Anyone I
deep
Hate you bitches like my name was Joseph
Keeping heavy metal like Guns N' Roses, uh
Smoking chronic man it be so smoo-ooth
I don't listen
saw a dragonfly
Which means a dragon's coming by
I hid behind a lemon tree
And lemon sharks jumped out at me
I'm sure some fearsome monster roared
Rose
Called it lean don't know what it means
Baby there's something behind the seems
Manipulated by my feels
Cut deep, cannot heal
Triple 6, what's the deal
Aye I'm flexing on these opps niggas upset
I had to get up on some me shit
OMB and 200 deep shit
My niggas we a army on that fleet shit
And we gone
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