Lyrics:
I ain't got no type
I just got certain things I like
I don't do one nights
Everyday she come on by
She ain't ever been shy
She don't like push
back like this was missionary
And while you thinking of the worst outcome
I got your bitch on her hands like snoop first album
It go 1, 2, 3 and to the 4
No matter where I go
I'll always come back home
To my city by the bay
City by the bay
Our city by the bay
City by the bay
Now I am a man grown
Most
old thoughts
Driven by the pain, gotta stick to the plot
I'm tryna find a way to pay the bills I've got
Changing up the scene in my American Man Dream,
You're such a nice guy, a nice guy
You're faithful, you don't lie
After the club, you go back home, right?
Right? Sike
Suck my dick, you
Friends
Poppin a Pill and a Percy thought I’d never Come Back
Get the Pack, Flip a Bag, Come home Count it Up and Unpack
We was supposed to Make Millys
Br8ker baby back at it once again
On beast mode talking Marshawn Lynch
I’m not a raider but I raid a nigga home
Run up in it take everything that he
though
I did it by myself with nothing but these dreams and some hope so
Oh no
Go home
No call no show
Everyone that's telling me how I should live is
whiney nigga that's a fuckin' fail
Life without purpose, that's a fucking jail
Lost Cauze, when I spit it's fucking hell
(Verse 3: Ill Bill)
Master
job, no money to pay the bill's
Then the corona hit
Had stimulus on film
A lot of these niggas be bugging
Keep on pressuring me for the next album
But
Gretchen von Ivan
Go-kart rushin' to finish their album then you find them
Lost, dog paddling, back stroking, what done happened?
Be rhymin' catching
Ive been up out of my home
Im Just tryna get honey
I run by the code
Butterflies in my stomach
Until i get home
From the run
Said im tryna get
like Ross (Ugh)
550 Benz four doors
Praying for my niggas, they lost
Dyin' on things, they wolves
Ridin' on a gang that floss
Multiplyin by the gang
chemistry
By any means get a bag
Dollar and a dream is all we had
By any means get a bag
Loyalty and team is all we had
Don't try this at home I wrote this
give her a smack
Oh I like to get my beer and sit on my front step or by the store
Hanging out where white folks fear to tread, yeah this is my home for
though, Bill, for puttin' pills in them bitches drinks (Damn)
Meek Mill came home, got picked up in a helicopter
Went to the game, was in the locker room
Dade County, nigga, mansions up in Tamarac
Never golfin' with the Trumps and I give you my word
Back to comin' out the trunk, chargin' 20 a bird
grind
Just copped a maroon 5, no Adam Levine
Came a man by myself, only father was time
I know that she relate baby daddy ain't shit
So she raised that
now I’m on the rap scene
Chasing hella green i hope my album sale or
It’s back to selling green
I hope that they ain’t selling dreams and
I can really
She used to sell me dreams by the milligram
Chasin' highs whenever feel again
I told her bring it back and make it real again
I told her bring it
think not? What? I went home and forgot?
Time passed, we back in Philly, she up in my spot
Tellin' me the things I'm tellin' her was makin' her hot
really take care of your people while you're gone
And bless you when you come back home
Do your time and don't whine is the motherfuckin' anthem
That's
really take care of your people while you're gone
And bless you when you come back home
Do your time and don't whine is the motherfuckin' anthem
That's
to move out, I guess I got no choice
Rats in the front room, roaches in the back
Junkies in the alley with a baseball bat
I tried to get away but I
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