Lyrics:
Tomorrow is what a nigga ain't guaranteeing
New Orleans had a sheriff by the name of Harry Lee
When he died, niggas shouted out "Tha-thank you, Jesus"
green
I gotta eat on the go Day
I hope they told you that everything that Soul say don't go a long way, what?
A ho in Chipotle, no
This is food for
a mill a day
If I keep up at this rate
I'll be taking shawties in your dreams out on dates
So move with it
Drop an album coming soon with it
Gimme
everyday, when we switching up the scene
I got them colorways, if you tryna go green
Wrote a whole album and I did it in a week
Write a couple songs just
up in flames, like weed
Got box albums up like ki's, from the South to overseas
N****z independent, and rowdy
N**** check billboard, number 1
box
Y'all ain't bout that shit you speak about, you just tweet a lot
Smokin' on your album, puff puff, I'm a rasta
This ain't even pressure, you ain't
love
She came back to the spot, with a green Puma box
Took off my kicks and stared in shock at the FAT hole in my sock
Damn, the worst that could
the beat, applying heat to my beef
Cuz I won't let none of the hate define me
The check came in but never love the green
I thought you all learned that from
on that lurk
You could never box me in
Try drag me down
But i know I'm bout to win
Don't know what I seen or the places that I been
I can count on 1
Something tells me I'd better activate my prayer capsule
Today's a day to celebrate, the foe have met their fate
The order for rejoicing and dancing has
Something tells me I'd better activate my prayer capsule
Today's a day to celebrate, the foe have met their fate
The order for rejoicing and dancing has
Something tells me I'd better activate my prayer capsule
Today's a day to celebrate, the foe have met their fate
The order for rejoicing and dancing has
weight I did not know
You could ever look so nice after
So much time
Do you remember those days hanging out
At the village green
Engineer boots,
weight I did not know
You could ever look so nice after
So much time
Do you remember those days hanging out
At the village green
Engineer boots,
of tricks up my sleeve
I got nothing to lose God's in me
I could print up a whole box of CD'S
And send em all to those in need
I'm a wreck
I ain't jumping
out a box the game is realer than real
Y'all gang rat, my gang stacked so what is Willard to Will
By the start of the day I'm promptly at the end
won't do that
For a box of yayo dirt? Sunday, I'm in the T
But I should be in the church
Tryna pray and seek forgiveness
Cah I really put in work
My nigga
Every single day of the week
And made the beat hella tight songs
And after a couple a months
The album was finished so he gave the masterd
To the label
Know How Sick Wit The Flow I Go Stroll Down The Yellow Brick Road With a toad rolling slow slowly rolling a goldy oldy like Em Dre Delivering Green To Me
Know How Sick Wit The Flow I Go Stroll Down The Yellow Brick Road With a toad rolling slow slowly rolling a goldy oldy like Em Dre Delivering Green To Me
What he say, ugh???
What he, what he say
What, what, whaaaat???
What he say??
Imma fiend for the green, by any means, I’m on life support
songs on my album
Like "Day Doesn't Die" and "Inner Ninja"
Which became my biggest song I ever did
There's actually a lotta guys over the years
drive em
Home theaters, can't Best Buy 'em
These niggas that I roll with
Don't let a single thing get by 'em
King pins and them drug lords
Chi-town,
Nothing's gonna be the same now
Mind is stuck in lonesome rain clouds
Making music with my greyhounds
Always gotta box of albums, so it's fuck
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