Lyrics:
ya rights
Red & Blue lights flashing in my rear view
This is supposed to be the land of the free
I could spot fake love with a clear view
And it's
me by name
Trashed my own house party 'cause nobody came
Well, I know I'm not the one you thought you knew back in high school
Never goin', never
of a mobster
See a nigga pass by
Tuck your chain in cause he might rob ya
Got glocks for sale, red dots for sale
Anything that you need, believe me, I'm
the rainbow
So many colors in the morning sun
So many colors in the flower and I see every one
The teacher put him in a corner
She said
It's for your own good
me by name
Trashed my own house party 'cause nobody came
Well, I know I'm not the one you thought you knew back in high school
Never goin', never
me by name
Trashed my own house party 'cause nobody came
I know I'm not the one you thought you knew back in high
School
Never going, never showing up
fiends in the public
I'm hustlin
Countin up that cheese till my thumbs red
I'm hustlin
Nigga I be flee ain't no bum shit
I'm hustlin
Ion need no niggas for
Late last night, lyin' in the bed, eyes red
Thinking, "should I get these hoes?"
Thinking, "should I cut they head?"
Late last night, lyin' in
unless you talkin bout them blue Bens
I been on the grind,
90 days,
ain't stop moving
I'm slapped in with the juice man, red in my cup
Lil' baby, this
East Coast, West Coast organizin'
Steady risin', money sizin'
What we specialize in
The fame in the rap game we all want it
In fact by now I hope
przeżyła do dziś i trwa brat
Mówiła pisz Mówiła idź idź i Rap graj
Byś w życiu był tym kim chciałeś być od dawna
Po czym znikła jak zwykła to robi mara
Jak
We've known each other for a long time
Two little brats always side by side
From day one I was mesmerized
Been lying here so in the dark
Humming
were wet,
The Prussian Major gaily laughed, and lit a cigarette.
But mid the white-faced villagers who cowered in horror by,
Was one who saw
pistol gang, niggas specialize in homicide
Brat!
just don't know where my thugs at
Some at the track on the back chrome gat
Some around the corner selling that crack
Some of my thugs in the penn dead
red line when I curbed it
When she jumped in the whip worth it (Mhm)
And she came with the loud I heard it
2 secs on my set and they turn it
2 secs
Yup!
1, 2, 3
As it is plan to see
I go by the name of Jermaine Dupri
Dope man fresh in the place to be
And uh
[Chorus]
Oh, I think they like
and smoking on each other
I watch the block bleed every other corner
Told him not to leave unless he got it on him
Heart froze feeling like nobody love ya
In
got.. Killas on every corner, surrounded by jewish lawyers
What what what..
(Chorus w/ slight variation)
Chino's skin never scorches
Drape your family reunion in black funeral mourners
Have cats that sell ya drugs for you, avoid usual corners
I never lost,
that chew the roof through
Home by twelve o'clock in two shoes
Home by twelve o'clock in two shoes home
The one with the red cross
Sprayed on the door
lullaby colours
You would not find me in visions without a decision to visit Giano
Swerving in the red route number 30
You're dipping in the Uber pool
feels comfortable. When I say 4, breathe in deeply again.
And again release the air smoothly.
By the time I reach 0, your mind will be silent.
It’s okay
(huh?)
You only need antidepressants
Merry Christmas brats
It's Christmas, it's Christmas, it's Christmas again
It's Christmas in Iran
Christmas in
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