Lyrics:
And the sun dies when the beat stops
Then it unties, then it relocks
Then it relapsed, then it detox
Then heat back like a heat pack
On his knee caps
that we do it
And keep on moving, guess who's back up in the house?
Original Cleveland Criminals
Niggas just send em subliminal messages like "murder,
high to count it
Never asked to be rich, all I did was wish
I had a dime for every time that I was doubted
But then I think about it and I'm enraged
diamond live in the stars
Touching the moon fighting like Zeus, Orion
Back in it this a mad level up Mario mushroom I'm growing up
Time slowing no it's my
a whore
That nigga said he was getting it back in blood yeah, sure
Fuck with me baby I'll teach you how to ball
You niggas can't stop me from beating up her
sank
Got no chill this is Netflix and bang (Bang
Sing my song while I hit from the back
Fucked her good and next day she was back
Back, back, back, back
epilogue to my tale of sadness.
I was dragged down the street by his Royal Dadness.
We rounded the corner and came to a stop,
Threw me inside Jake's
hm
When you text, no read receipt
Down for the cause while you sit, hot-headed cold-blooded, yet you lack degrees
Been fueled by the hate, it's
set style
They see I'm up and now they wanna know
Already knew that they was feeling on the flow
Feel like these bruddas tryna hate it on the low
But
It didn't take long when neither of them was happy without the other.
They became great friends
and didn't want to get separated from each other.
Then
can not lie I'm really digging him
Met him at a concert and I was only there for a different man
But then he caught my eye when he was spittin flame
Now
Row"
Throwin' Westside, ain't no thang
We was raised off drive-bys, brought up to bang
We claim mob, M.O.B., if you be specific
We control all cash
Row"
Throwin' Westside, ain't no thang
We was raised off drive-bys, brought up to bang
We claim mob, M.O.B., if you be specific
We control all cash
booty by booty by booty by booty by hay!
Wasn't it you who left me alone
Wasn't it you who called me on the phone
Wasn't it you who wrecked my home
crashes and burns
(tik...tik...tik...)
It will have all been worth it
For that stare
Bang!
Verse:
I’m over over thinking bout a hundred different
cause then the flames grow higher
Babe, don't let him steel your heart
It's easy, it's easy
Girl, this game can't last forever
Why ? We can not live
Coming back from the Stu
It is something new
Racks on racks
ain’t nothing bout that
Yeah
Racks on racks...that so different
Back to back, that’s a new
we was outside in the cold And now we both got different fits
But back then, we was shit and clothes I go outside, it get too chilly
Brody let me wear
player like Bill Bellamy
Different cities and states
Drop the lo when I touchdown
We'll link up when it's getting late
Then we can chill and catch a vibe
rowdy
And ya don't want that shit
Cause its gone be naughty, by nature
Fuck a playa hater
Ima come through
And ya know I'm down to spray ya
Let them
(huh?)
I get bread, yeah, I get bread, this shit can not go bad (bitch)
Pussy right now playin' games, it got his ass toe-tagged (bang, bang)
I was 16
saved saved saved as a sacrifice!
Let it bang bang bang don’t get sacrificed!
Yellin gang gang gang to the afterlife!
Life was always hard growing up fast
Yeah
Had to get it on my own
From the mud I belong. Nigga fuck ya VLONE
I seen bullets speak a different language; you need Rosetta Stone
My mama
conversations at the Royal
I've been moving different
I'm so far from the soil
Ain't leave in a minute
Matter of fact I rarely did
I only come here for my
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