Lyrics:
V.I.P. but ain't no bottles in my section
I just make the music that the models be requesting
Smooth when I walk
Don't hit me with no phones calls
I don't
a scene
You need a crowd to see
Get a way from me
With that dumbass energy
One time there was two people who had three reasons to go separate ways
Didn't
can’t afford it cause it’s nonstop
Twenty-Four seven, three-sixty five is my grind, and it’s a damn crime
That it ain’t my time
I’ll get my shine
But you
Scene:
It gets harder to see what people want me to be, its just me
being me I'm just Charlie Scene. I used to follow my dream to
play guitar and sing,
out
On us generously through Jesus Christ are savior
Titus 3:5-6
See to it brothers and sisters that none of you has a sinful unbelieving heart
That
Huh baby tell me is your homie better than me?
His music never getting played like a 4th 5th string
He'll never earn his Spot if I
Keep flowing like
2 4 7 3 6 5
Running on empty
Nigga don’t get ate
All y’all lookin like food on a plate
Mad man
I go aggy
I’m irrate
Plenty niggas drop shit I
Yaeeyaae
Verse 1:
It's packed niggas don't know how to act
we the macks V.I.P's in the back
with a stack of numbers
my niggas like 'em dumber
we
entreponiggas to the Player's Club. Yaeeyaae
[Verse 1: ]
It's packed niggas don't know how to act
We the macks V.I.P's in the back
With a stack
tank
Only take 93, it's a sad scene
When dem young niggas chasin dey rank
Said that Im Top Five but I'm Top Three and second or third ain't my place
I
DEMMA TALK AND A TRACE LIKE SHELLY (3)
SIX FOOT DEEP LEF YOU BLACKA DAN BERRY(4)
DI SIX PANTS NA MISS PICK YOUR HEAD LIKE CHERRY (5)
DI CRIME SCENE SCARY
(Get off me)
(Bebby)
(giggle, Uh)
THAT'S!!!
4 3 2 1 Bad Mama Jama, (she bad)
Had her feet on her fuckin forehead cramma cramma. (cramma cramma)
School barz with the mates show my self esteem
You know I wrote my first barz at the age of sixteen
It's real, been scribbling lyrics for three years
the scene
five like trap (?)
Like a thick hoe in sassy jeans
rub her right she'll cream
Fuck her right moan and scream
killer kill out on (?)
[Slimm
Announcement 1 (track 1)
"It has been rumored that a new People's Army has been formed by a certain
'Commander Black'. A few minor incidents
to lean on them
Disgusted, I snapped myself up, this ain't no fun
I took a girl by the fat girl and smoke my one
High as can be, back on the scene, what do
is "Bond" like James,
Niggas be tryin' to test but they "week" like 7 days.
MC's run away when I kick it, they act so chicken
They should
See I ain't a gangsta
I just stand on business I'm a die a g
I'm from where you lose a love one
Then you lose sobriety
Three Five of rocky, deuce
It's ironic how something clear got me seeing foggy
Five four three two one
That's on me
Striking red and green
Trading my sorrows is exhausting
overthink
Then he hit me back promptly round quarter to 3
Now it's gametime
We on our Midnight Creep
It's time to go we on the road by bout 3:19
We dot our
your phone, get your wallet
And put them on the floor
Take five steps back
Turn your face to the door
Close your eyes, count to ten
It'll all be over
to me, Don't talk to me
Don't talk to me, When you see me in the streets
Don't talk to me, Don't talk to me
Don't talk to me, Act like you don't know me
the feds eating bologna (Free em)
You can catch me by my doley
Zo a nigga fore he zo me
On the block 9 to 5 niggas acting like they know me (They don't know
Family on my back I got everything, E, Sauce, Steve on the track that's a murder scene
Tell 'em pull out the yellow tape, my family don't separate
I
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