Lyrics:
friends
Mr. Serv-On:
Have you ever tried to count every raindrop
before it hit the ground probably not better yet
count every love one or friend that
on me
My phone's tapped so I had to send word through my lil' homies
Tell them niggas this the year when they pull the trigger
Shit, this is what you
on me
My phone's tapped so I had to send word through my lil' homies
Tell them niggas this the year when they pull the trigger
Shit, this is what you
on my crew
I went from dirt to large work like boatloads of keys
It's hard work and it hurts to live life on ya knees
So God please have a lil' mercy
could use a little reparation for all the doubtin and fakin
I been facing where I'm at now
I feel Big Brother hands on me
Saying don't you go runnin lil
Lil' baby shake it like a Polaroid All alone, I'm by myself, I'm paranoid
I said, baby, shake it for me like a Polaroid All alone, I'm in my zone,
it
No
Know you're killin me
Tell me what it feel like
Always feel this way
Call me Mr.Brightside
Layin by the sea
Only time I feel right
Oh
It's all
Well I've got a car that's mine alone
That me and the finance company own
A ready-made pile of manufactured grief
And if I ain't out of gas in
[Mr. Pookie]
Feel tha calmness of tha breeze as Mr. Pookie walks through tha hood
I been strollin all night long solo johnson feelin good
I just
lit shit
Tell that bitch nigga I will pop him like a insect
Had you crying.. like a infant
Ay, do my dance lil baby I really hit shit
What you tryna do?
Yuh, uh
Shit all good in the day
Man at night this shit ain't right
How bitches all in my face
When I'm sleeping all alone at night
Roll the cook up
the horizon
From edge to edge, like bread dough rising
I said, "please don't eat me Mr. Snake"
He said, "don't you listen boy, it ain't how you're gonna break"
the plan usually
Gotta keep all the real ones by my side
See the vision looking deep in my mind
Reminiscing when I've been efficient most nights
Born alone
Young a real shooter step back clips wit ranges too
Space coupe off to Mars gang surrounded by stars lil shawty you know I can't fuck with You
Told that
the volume
Cut up the bass
Lil shawty keep up the pace
Feel right, just us in the place
Feel right, just us and a sway
You,
You're over there
I'm all alone
all I know
Tyriq mixed with Lil Meech, I'm Mr. Flip Bow
Couple niggas wishing bad, got me tucking poles
Gotta cook up a new scheme for the kitchen
Playing Lil' Kim's part off The Benjamins
I ain't a player, I just wear Tims
No need for gators, my feet can't swim
I'm in Reno, Nevada, sippin' a pena
children could see I'm the shrine for the fucking blind
Vietnam mama ball her son know nuthin but raw
Whom tattoos the boy choose
I'm winnin by 4 steps
by the underwear
Still in the hood yeah
I ain't talking outerwear
They be moving powder there
Which one of you out of there
Wanna get it
'Cause
better come wit that four
This 20 got magazines and I ain't talkin +The Source+
Mr. Pain'll change the game by the time I'mma reign
I catch a charge
better come wit that four
This 20 got magazines and I ain't talkin +The Source+
Mr. Pain'll change the game by the time I'mma reign
I catch a charge
better come wit that four
This 20 got magazines and I ain't talkin +The Source+
Mr. Pain'll change the game by the time I'mma reign
I catch a charge
spare me
Did it?
Wanna fuck 'cause I got posted up
By Drake and Lil Baby
Oh, you the savage Future be
Talkin' 'bout? Yeah, bitch, I'm crazy
Cuffed an AMG
and Banati
In a tracky with a stick the sliding like It's hockey
We pull out the shotties get to spraying laying bodies
Lil bro you karate kid and I'm Mr
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