Lyrics:
was like baby, this life is a test
She was like Wesley, I'm trying my best
She was like Wesley, I'm trying my best
I know it ain't love, but that shit
phone inna her breast, boy by now I'll be talking bail
Bloody Mary save your bro she give me brains wanna take my soul
Pass that ball like sms and hold
me take my flight
No this ain't my life but it is for tonight
We gon' be alright
Checking out different heights
Let's start the night
UH
Everybody
dreams
Robbing plugs 4 dope
Gotta glizzy 4 protection and
A choppa wit a scope
Shawty wild as all out doors
F#cked a plenty a them whores
Hood celebrity
on go, like what you hollerin, boy this shit ain't new to me
I told em get somethin for it, don't say what you gone do to me
Straight out that 4, I rep
I’m crazy ass beast that scares off the boys
Get off my page if you’re not ready for noise
Entity sent , designed to destroy
I’m here to corrupt not
Standin' here right with me
Every time I come back to life
I swear it's hard
I got four lil' boys that
I'm hardly spendin' time with (Time with)
Chasin'
the tool was mine, then I feel no shame
Never seen it in my life, so I knew I was framed
Then I called my boys, "What's up?
Yo get with it, find outa
Yeah! When I'm out in N.Y. boy it's blunts and phillies
When I'm out in L.A. boy it's wraps and swishes
Now Blood walk to this, now crips walk
broken and
Scattered across the battlefield
Like brown leaves blown by the wind
And I saw the four ride together
To the top of the hill
While below them
her like I'm Beetlejuice (But these)
Boys hating but they big fans, bitter nigga just mad at life
Barely ball like the 6th man, that don't get you no
Yeah the boy got the juice I'm loved by everybody
Pray for me 'cause I'm making killings for years (Years)
Take your chance see if you'll stand, like
to life of the ice in your chains and your watches
And you'll see how wo lock this
Chorus
Verse Four: The Notorious B.I.G.
Click, click, uh, uh, uh
Heard you wanna live that life
You won't find no love, boy these streets'll do you trife
I'ma make some funds by the end of the night
I can't settle
somethin' to blow your back out
I can tell by the look in your eyes, babe
You ain't had a real nigga in your life, ayy
I can tell by the look in your eyes,
and
The bitches ain't loyal
Boss of my life am the
Only one control
Tryna get me down
Eyes close buh I cc you
Am alone by myself can't
Stand the betrayal
Niqqas
my green light
Bitch it's Carter 4, murder's all she wrote
Now it's fuck everybody, like a Scorpio
Still running shit, I'm on my cardio
Boy I'm
should put you on your back once they get your scraps
Cause they know a nigga like you is living fat
And as you stroll in the 4, cause life is cold
But
mayonnaise, um
I'm the sickest nigga doin' it
Bet that baby
These other niggas dough I'm wet crack baby, yes
Get back get back boy this a set back
Clumsy
and the night is young
Four day weekend, time to have some fun
D.j.'s scutter up, drop them joints
Everybody's been waiting to dance and make noise
B-boys
to life than sayin' I figured it out?
Is there more? Yeah
Sweeter the berry, the blacker the juice
The boy is back in the booth, ready to tap into
Niggas get high off a slow form of suicide
Hide the closest thoughts
The war is fought as casualties
I live my life in fuck 'em mode
Exposin' tragically
clone type niggas try'na sound like Pimp C (Pimp C!)
He's OK but he's not me! (uh!)
By a long shot, cause 'bout, try'na instill to me (me!)
Them boys
New phone (Bail!)
Make a new song
Brand new phone, Vitiligo diamonds two-tone
By the way he flex, you would think that boy was too strong
She too
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