Lyrics:
Wasting your breathe and you wasting my time.
Here’s a penny for your thoughts, cause they ain’t worth a dime.
Back on my grind so I’m back on my shine.
Wasting your breathe and you wasting my time.
Here’s a penny for your thoughts, cause they ain’t worth a dime.
Back on my grind so I’m back on my shine.
Herpes in my blood and that
Shit got me cryin' i really got feelings
You see without science
Somebody ain't real, I'ma cut my alliance
I been through this
Sometimes you gotta pick sides
Life ain't a game we just try to survive
It's wild in these times. So I ride with a squad
Y'all know the vibes
It's
mine
Buy a house, hers and mine
Buy a land, hers and mine
Buy a car, hers and mine
For the one bag of gyal, I ain't got no time
'Cause some gyal
shake sum ass
All night this bitch kept mistaken me for her dad
Just blew this bitch bacc now I’m bacc up in my bag
You ain’t got no figures time to get
I looked her in the eyes and said is this what it's become
My niggas they'll ride, so if you're still troubling mum
By the time that we arrive I'll
through pain and hustle trynna find my inner self
Ain't easy feel surrounded by devils like I live in hell
Gotta get rich at all cost
Can't stay poor cos
why you looking so sad
Aye why you looking so mad
Aye looking like you need a hand
Aye bitch I got this in the bag
Aye guess life ain't bad huh
Guess
hold me down so I ain't got time for no side hoes
She hold it down and won't say shit to the 5-0
Blow it down like every week we smokin' 5 O's
If
got was hard times
Hunger and nakedness, from the snake that hissed
Beaten and killed by the ones
who say, "Look to the sky for your piece
a deceiver
Keep it real ima ride for the people
New York be the town of angels
Give a fuck bout a rapper or label
I can tell you ain't real you a fable
Caught
going through it in my dreams, talking to the devil
It's a body for a body, you ain't on my level
Put them switches on our Glocks, you can't run from us
The grind never stop, my brain always pop
Got the beat on Lock and aus rap rocks
And you know I’m bout to knock your mother fucking socks off, yuh
Time for
the pause
Shawty told me enter softly, I had no regards
Proceed with caution when you talking smoke I got no exhaust
Pussies chatting w a price mouth but they
Rubin Got gas By the O's
he get it Straight Off the Boat
We making It move On ten toes
Its TnT when the phone go DnD
So you know I had to so gold
Repeat
the NYC
Just walk on by, nigga, just walk on by
Before you fuck up my high
Before you fuck up my high
Before you fuck up my high
Got the session on lock
the littest
Cut 'em off no forgiveness
It's a hell of life
& if you want the salvation
They'll start by
Dimming your light
Let's get it right
Freedom ain't
Lately I been feeling nervous
Shorty got me feeling worthless
Ain't got time for no bullshit
So I'm looking for my purpose
Said I wanted love
But I
Snoop talking:
Ay yo G-1 I been listening to this nigga Quik album
& he ain't got no songs about the pussy. You know
that nigga gotta have something
you
Just another op then I'm loading it too
Season finale it's over for you
4 on the floor Steve Aoki with tools
Still G-o-d and the man and a O-g
Beam
you
Just another op then I'm loading it too
Season finale it's over for you
4 On the floor Steve Aoki with tools
Still G-o-d and the man and a O-g
Beam
happy for them
Look, it's scary hours, like the thirty first
Wrong place, wrong time, I get you really murked
Been on days plenty times, still ain't
go 'til the God say so
You got a second or more to run for the door
Before I blow back off the map, contact
You didn't know Stat' could get down
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