Lyrics:
just get cut off, now you don't get a thing
All I wanted was your love
I was ready buy a ring
Even got your finger fitted
We was posed to be a team
certified
If needed we ran in your property
I need some space I hate when they be in my face
The love that you showing be fake
I just beat a case ain't no
the history of music
By night, just to pay for that shit, you'd dance
To get your pants was a mission impossible
We were both the same age but I
Suppose
and you were the best time
We better slow down before we cross over that line
Cause I don't wanna lose you to this curse of bad time
Love bomb
Love bomb
can buy a Rothko at a Costco
News is entertainment even if
It's gloom and doom
Customers create by mixing up
What they consume like a DJ
Lichtenstein
your checks up all night,
Catch a slug or chill, bill collectors better respect 'em
Mo Thug, sellin' dubs, pumpin' slugs all up in that rectum check
throw the blower in his lap
Walk myself to the court like, "Man
I did that!" ain't no Black Power when your
Baby killed by a coward
I can't even keep
feeling when it's bout that hundred
By any means better get your money, I said
Cold-blooded, cold-blooded, daddy raised the boy cold-blooded
Ain't no
On this side kids do drugs
On this side kids gang bang
On this side better know your codes
On this side damu hang
On this side we talk slang
On this
ya gators
Haters that love rockin' niggas for bread, lead fly
Hit in you back of your head, he gettin' dough, all that's dead now, yo
No more
peeping out the few coming outta the back do'
Hang, on the darkside ride,
Pick up your tec and let fly, why?
I, die, by all ah my, unremorsefullest times
in the vicinity
The proximity, the Glocksimity, we on Yosemite Sam
Bam, bam your body drop, Van Damme, karate chop
The Beretta's a better competitor
try to find
A better high
Than memory lane I'm going for a ride
2009
Saturday night
Got weed from a senior, we don't have a light
Borrow your dad's
26 degrees he got cold off this heat check . Me and Johnny got the city poppin' nigga we next . I'm neck high in the game, you barely tryna
get your
you leave her you'll see a psycho bitch
Now shes callin' your crib, at nights so sick
Wanna pop up and try ta fight your chick
Lorena Bobbitt, told
And this one right here is for that ghetto girl with the bad perm
That just burn baby, burn baby, burn
Pop open a malt liquor
Smoke something until your
better huddle up,
Counting these hundreds up hundreds up
I live by the code, nigga Money is a Must
She gone pop that ass for a nigga that’s real,
I’m
scarred; from the dirt
They going love you when you got some
They going to hate you when you lose some
You gotta be smart to act dumb
They gon chew out your
it on sativa
The harder your heart keep beating
Only feel bad while you're thinkin'
Pop pop pop like Pepsi Coke, the best we smoke
Plus the tan
run up a million
Niggas falling in love, getting caught in they feelings
Pull up your pants nigga get you a grip
Come get hit with this 40
Rap
Strike one, caught you by surprise
Strike two, right before your eyes
Pitch three, this ones to the wall
Ain't no fun like a game of Hardball (So So
we all pop wit Molly
They wanna know too much, get the fuck up out the lobby
Is you showin' love, or is you just tryna copy
They playin' wit my life,
they don't want the money or respect no more
Shit is sad bro
Reportin to ya live from the Clout Era
When I was younger rap used to sound better
I'll
worlds collide
Parallel we stand, side by side
I see the world in colors, put our difference aside
And it's all love when these colors combine
And it's
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