Lyrics:
Time goes by so fast man
(Yeah-yeah)
Ten years makin' hits for y'all
Still feels like we liftin' off
It's Lebron showin' off
Blisters or poets
lt's 10 Mac Commandment
Niggas can't tell me nothing
About this bros you know
This dolles this mommies
I've been in this for game for years
It made
thing is they know that I will always survive
I fight back using my voice, only thing keeping me alive
It's been a few years I've had myself in this
strike
[Verse 2:]
I get a call from my boy bout seven thirty
Eating pizza with my bitch watching Eddie Murphy
He said his working but something went
killed by Ferry
Back in nine-seven, me and Laura, had her neck slit
Walking through, bended, I was plotting on the next bitch
Start fucking Stephanie,
to get at the hoes
So even mamma stay invested, damn that's cold
Bitches seventeen years old, round 100 kilos
Half of y'all pickin' pot out your nose
no traces
I'm the ace to shovels
So sick, muthafucka cover face with muzzles (Yeah!)
Flushing, Queens, twenty seven years strong
Where you think
tryin to do this music thang
For years and big money ain't came
But I'm tryin to be patient
I'm still waiting
Bout to break up and shake up shit
sometimes is like steppin' in some fuckin' house shit
Seven years of tears in the game
Made me one of the smallest predators on this Georgia plain
In
loco, and year nine fezzo
And yo, how would you feel if your cap got peeled
By an looney b.g and hard is steel, so chill
For an second while I wrecked
most of them ain't straight
She was a goodie back then but couple years and shit changed (bad)
Rule number two, never trust in a youte
Probably
For every drop of pain
No turning back now it's done
Everything is said
I am evil
I am pain
I am the PunkinHed
Thirty seven years cold and resting in
clingy for real
Kick a bitch to the curb
She too clingy for real
In the junglе wit gorillas
Watch out for them snakes
And red еye, envy, jealousy, hate
We ain't havin that this year
This is comin straight from the Bean, knawmean?
And we ain't havin that
[Name] Street live, muthafucka
Hey yo, Rhome,
and the pain, at no cost, through gains
Cause I just wanna see my niggas win
I just wanna see my niggas, uhh
Lil bro I know its hard 7 years and now a break up
of my plan is get this bad bitch
to fuck the President, give that man the package
Next I'll fix up a chemical mixture (huh)
to get the armed forces out
Or stayin at relatives well get a place of our own
And even though the feelin was good
Don't get it twisted naw money we still in the hood
Now a years gone by
behind bars
A warrior, my story defined by my scars
Seven thirty verbal, my word work circle
You a jerk, fool
I burn you like your birdds do
Let me hold
faced, she too shady
I don’t care, yeah, don’t, no, I don’t care
Yeah looney gang deep in here, yeah
7th street deep in here, yeah
I'ma take off this year
dancing kinda dirty
You do 10K a year and I do that by 7:30
Views views. Every time I move see me in the news
Solo Squad it is the crew, like the mafia we
Uh, hmm
Skate off
Ayy
Snipers out
Ski
Yeah
I told her you ain't gotta worry 'bout us
T-House for a month (yeah)
Seven pounds and it's
need an eighth of sticky gooey
And when I get this eighth I'm blowin' with the Louie
Help me out
Seven a.m. in the mornin' and the monkey's at my
Sally
By the seashores, I sold shells to the catties (who did it?)
Me and akh done it twice, we're pending on a triple (verb)
Xrp, we're tryna let
been 7th grade then
Way back in auntie's basement
Way back when I was anxious
Way back catching cases (Right)
Legal fees got me workin' hard
Tryna pay
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