Lyrics:
discoloration
Mental gymnastics with this conversation
Just my little friend, this was just a vacation
I'm dedicated to the grind, real nigga discipline
Show
em out Free em out
A real nigga how I came in so a real nigga I'm a leave out
All my life I been breaking sin forgive me lord I hope you hear me out
I
on the island of my kitchen
And not a thing comes out without permission
Look, everything I got on I was made for
Everything that I got I done came for
All
peng holla at your boy
I mean juicy g
We dey for the road tryna make it go Better me and my gang
We gat bills on me
Grind on my stacks you
Know me
and I looking out for Me
I keep myself centered like gravity
Thats over your head like my balcony
Niggas be doubting me
Misery love company
I'm feeling
asking for myself, I'm asking for a friend
My friend helps a lot of other people out
Cause he's a nice guy and that's what he's about
But nice guys finish
can't deny
The pain that life's for living
Not for wasting it away
But in the end
I see my shining friend
Not too far
I see my shining star
But in the end
on God
And my nigga Trojan bitch
Shit
Fuck em
Fuck it, we Double From Nuthn
Hungry for a diet of hunnits (Cash)
Young niggas straight out from the bottom
bout
You ain't ready for your mama to be walking out (uh uh)
That big a** church with all your people, crying, hollering bout
Why you had to take my
the jokers
I keep it all to myself to myself
Shuffle it chop it up pass em out
To my real niggas that's on the left on the left
Now everything from the top
we come now, here we come again
Positivity for real, me friend
No need to front, nor try pretend
Just keep it real and talk to them
One love, only One
so easy for you to leave me, baby how it feel
To break the only man that gave a damn, girl you ain't real
Oh it's easy for you to leave, huh
Ripped out
Anger fear anxiety pain them
Wake up in the morning with a cannon in my hand
Grab a tub of water 'bout a gallon and a half
Then I'm headed for my stash
talking shit
But be telling like they the police
Told me, you sold whole Ps, but really, you just a ho-G
You my work friend, boy, you ain't built to be my
talking shit
But be telling like they the police
Told me, you sold whole Ps, but really, you just a ho-G
You my work friend, boy, you ain't built to be my
straight out on the Bad Boy camp
You know how we do it
All my real homeboys in New York keep thuggin'
All the rest of you bustas die slow!
Verse Two:
guys
We dey live life we dey catch vibes
With real ones callem my tribe
This real life comes with a price
Put in work all I do is grind
Tryna get my
the devil talking in my head
Said this is an emergency, said he had some work for me
He said
He said one day your friends gon' be your demise
Said a few
just to be in your hands
Parasites are my new word for friends
I was better by myself in the end
I hope my sister don't fall for the sins
I trust that
still reaching for my chain
Man what's wrong with y'all, staring at me all shook
Ain't none of you got hustle y'all broker than you look
I dropped out
for 10 years don't mean you're free
I know my TRU motherfuckin' niggas know how I feel
this shit's real I wish my brother wouldn't of got killed
to shake it down
You ready for this one? Check it out
When I spit hot potato, I was peepin' Tommy Boy
But didn't wanna be the next act that they would
to shake it down
You ready for this one? Check it out
When I spit hot potato, I was peepin' Tommy Boy
But didn't wanna be the next act that they would
be snorin all night I can't sleep (hehe)
Call that big butt nurse with the long hair to come suck my dick
(Bad Boy Big, c'mon)
The doctor said I need
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