Lyrics:
mouth 'til the album drop (why's that?)
TrackBoy beat like a freak, work a king on the block
I'm seventeen, name ain't same on the block
And beat
the AWB
You’s about to find out why we care
Why maftown throws the best parties through the whole weekend
Letlhogonolo wearing Celtics gear
Le bo Bonolo
from Plato
From now y'all anonymous to me una dey break code
Me I been blessеd by mai ceto
Flows been decent not just rеcent
Boss since y’all was in
grabbed him by the coat
[ CHORUS ]
Baby
Don't try to save me
People
Just let me be
Fucker
I'm not your brother
Step back
Rick James, respect that
[ Slug ]
Best friends
Death knock
Let in
Drink fifth
Distracted
He focused
Most switching
Machine
Get you laced up
From the pavement
Been laid
Smooth with some
Regime, nigga you Love 2 Hate
Album to the face, nigga you Love 2 Hate
Yes, it's that nigga you Love 2 Hate
Young nigga, wit money, you Love 2 Hate
C.I.'s
Truth or die, shoot the five, uncivilized to B.Y.'s
Muffled lives, like a pit bull at will
Sit still, or you're shook real, why'all niggas need
muh'fuckin a (okay)
They can't keep him away, he's too resourceful
Gettin that guap with the glock by my torso
The young terror from the crack era
I turn
and die by the Lord
i'm gonna give till i can't give no more
i'm gonna live and die by the Lord
There's so much more
than all that there is
best
chandelier
I been stressin' bout my pops
He getting worse by the year
Just think about that shit, got me drowning in my tears
I keep telling my moms that we
a caddy putting one in hole
Still ain't been golfing
Life's lesson that was a message nigga take it slow
Or take ya losses
Legends usually the best ones
don't trust you
By yourself feeling like nobody really loves you
Gotta stop the drug use this what the drugs do
Welcome to more than music
Listen
fake enough please
Taking the lead, making bangers, my team
In a god tier league word to HGB
How does he do it?
Well I've been improving
For rap I'm
to those who listen best
The struggle continues
The power is in you
I got all my issues
But l'mo never rest
So what happens next
I'mo pull up to the strip
rocking microphones
Sin, sin
Said I learned new ways
Gotta thank God for my chance to blaze
Next album gonna see a fat healthy raise
And he make mistakes,
yo I spit nice so hit
Twice got another gonna get right
You I been tight
I make about double platinums for my
Album got about 10 mics
Nigga I'm
by drugs account
High of life still up the best
My return gon' be so sensational
My niggas balling like the Nets
Propane repellent if you seek
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