Lyrics:
So just worry bout you, get yu money and just lay low
Grateful for everyday, brah just look how far we came from
Belize C A
Whe a stay
Hafu get it
time…
He wonders if his dreams might still be alive
And if they came from "out there" or inside
Why do people say, "It's not okay to just get by"?
When
the guap and the steak. I need a mop and a rake
Career that came with a gate. LA big estate. Damn I'm great
Yeah mama I'm famous. Tryna get Juice WRLD famous
a mirage, nigga, something you've never seen
Seen the closest niggas go fraud, lil nigga I can't breathe
A nigga done grieving I'ma go get it by any means
mafuckin' ends
You say that you love but it's all pretend
I can't even count all the money I spent
And he talkin' shit he get by the two
I get to the green my
they came back running
They’ll never get jack from me, I laugh when them clowns act funny
I ain’t never really been the one to ask anybody for a damn
Young Wibbi Flame
I came a long way
You know man
You got to take losses in life to win
You got to fall down on your knees
But at the end of the day
Fourteen and over LOG?s and YG?s ready to put down a homicide
Forty-five colt firearm, Remington sixteen gauge shot gun
Two of them ultra-light machine
By the fleet, ain't even sleep in a week (in a week)
Rich city stunner, I get cold in the summer
I got money so long lookin' like a phone number
I
[Slim Thug][Hook: x 2]
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While I'm at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks
[Slim Thug][Hook: x 2]
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While I'm at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks
Carlins, demanded all his stash
The sucka talked shit, but filled the bag up
Guess he thought his homie in the back was gonna tag him
Blaze, and he came out
Bow down before I make a phone call
Got twenty-five niggas running up on y'all
For the cheese we want them keys
Everybody freeze on your knees
Butt
Bow down before I make a phone call
Got twenty-five niggas running up on y'all
For the cheese we want them keys
Everybody freeze on your knees
Butt
Payne]
Don't get caught up in the game now
We don't care about your score
Build this by ourselves wow
Everything you see boy we worked for it
Sun up
needed somebody that I could deal with
Shit I'm just trying to be surrounded by some real shit
When it's all said and done I'm the one
Ten toes down with
-stand on the block w no shirt on
•even though he got a warrant
-if that nigga play today
•try to walk him down by the mornin
-told her she can spend
From share croppin to coppin them Rocky Ridge trucks
We came a long way baby, you gotta get up
The New South, the old struggle, the new hustle
10 times all amazin
Add a little whiskey and some conversation
I can get down to that type of equation
Get by like no one noticed
And then they feel
souvenirs j'en ai plein frangin
Please don't let yourself down
Fill it up with joy
Let me just fool around
And get steady, boy (on est ensemble, frère)
y'all be sparkin'
Stray shots, all on the block that stays hot
(If ya fuck with Wu, we gots ta fuck witchu)
Who the fuck knocked our buildings down
tonight
Get a drink and get drunk get out tonight
I don't want nobody else by my side
Would it be wrong if I asked you out tonight
Get a drink and get drunk
racks something light fool
Still it's B-Town I roll around hold it down is all I do
Gotta get it huh so I pull up with a stick
Forty ounce in my cup but
searched by the LAPD
I'm sitting on a doorway duece five
dependin' on neck to keep my ass alive
I don't got folks but my arms about a one six
my
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