Lyrics:
Piece by piece, this puzzle comes together
Sever your ties with the bad guys, let the lies go
If you wanna be a hoe, go 'head and don't be scared
Hand on my heart while i'm drivin the boat
Steering the sheep while i'm guided by G.O.A.Ts
Nas gave me the power with what he had written
4th song down,
I was born down by the river where the water turns to mud
To a family full of violence and a legacy of blood
People don't come knockin' cause of my
darling
It's the, way you treat me; wait nah
It's the way I tap that last, she callin me pat that back
Ah dios mios when I smack that ass
It's that,
bump and be found into greed by a
Maniac with a gat
See nowadays, niggas is like that
I pull my trigger back, the bullets go
Pump, pump, pump, now
the corner.
Close to the end, down by a river.
Seasons will pass you by.
I get up, I get down.
III. I Get Up, I Get Down
Anderson/Howe
In her white lace
You
ain't want to come around me
But they want to f**k wit me now
They say its my time the rollie is plain
The carti im busting it down
The fn is on me can't
drip like a pen that leaks surrounded by Gs, come like a Gucci coat can’t stress bout’ a hoe she ain’t even mine call me like R9
I’m tryna hit goals
and closer and closer
By the time this night is over
Le'ts take a slow and easy ride
Just lay back and let love take us over
There's magic here with you
London streets
It's kinda hard like a G for me to stay free, but I
Somehow, someway, stop myself from killing motherfuckers
Like every single day
and she might die
Niggas tried to kill me, that's a good try
Really come from nothing, had a low eye, hmm
Had the black pipe
I was servin' niggas in
me the wrist is froze
Like toes on a body in the morgue
They were all put there by the squad
Look here I'm the God on the mic
On the track
Like Arthur
Uhm, oops! Hit me! Ooh, hey! Uh huh
Oh, uhm! Uh! oops, hit me!
Ooh! Hey, uh huh, oh, uhm, come on
Let's talk about sex, baby
Let's talk about you
a newlywed
See me with the kufi hats, thick beards, few be dreads
Got 'em truly fed, Ye's on, shubi red
Louis spread, white bitches, quick to give this
fake the Feds out
I got hunnids tucked away
Tha'ts what you betta' know
I spent three bands on this
Off White letter coat ice that bitch up
And left her
Let me get out there
Let me get loose
Let me buss out this plain white tee
And my skanking boots
i got a backwood too
And I can back a few moves
dome
Ho you trying to cross me in this game
And stupid ho, I'ts on
Just a flodgin' ass nigga with a lot of cheese
Heard he stackin' Gs everyday
from the chill
And by the grace of God
We will be in Massachusetts
You can tell me about the times you spent
In the Rockies and on the plains
Please
any limits
I'ma money mother fucking getter
If you got a problem with gang, come spin through my TS and my NZ and you deader than ever
They see us
mind gone always set me free
Posted wit a white tee and my forces ain't gone force it
Probably rock it plain Jane but make sure they all flooded
I never
Bulletproof Benz, an it comes with white seats, studio session in NYC
Delilah, Delilah
Plain White Tees
Delilah, Delilah
Plain White Tees
Delilah, Delilah
I
it with me
My chain gold, you hoes gon' turn it rose gold
Black Kangol, white snow, it's like my nose cold
Bloodshot eyes like I must have a sold soul
about me
Dear white people, you should take a course about me
'Cause, is it the law, ding a ling four-finger ring?
The sciences and the arts, the songs
you're a rockstar
My momma talkin' to me, tryna tell me how to live
White boy, white boy, in your cop car
But I don't listen to her, 'cause my head is
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