Lyrics:
send me back to the hole
Tryna get me to drop a dime on my bro
Fighting depression
I ain't winning and they knew it
I'm like fuck em we ball
They don't
Look down at my G-Shock, yeah it's time to get it
Denim jackets and fly kicks, that's my aesthetic
Running hills and 5-minute miles, I'm so athletic
dawg huh, aey
Flowmunition gon' steady eat this killer beast neva sleeps no catching z's stay on the grind I ain't bout that slack'n dime tryna get up
of time before I went out on my own. And I asked you if I could spend a dime on your dinner tonight, the home by night. Now I'm praying to God that we don't
Better know that the ice stay blizzard, make you go blind lil mice lil niggas
Didn't know that's your dime piece nigga, but if she can get it up then
love
VV diamonds by the bunch
Rose pedals tickling ya foot
But after this I'm on a run
Sorry that I couldn't stay
Time is precious cannot wait
Got
an Uncle Tom
Now, them crackers snatchin' black cats by they tongue
For the cheese, rats creepin' on yo' T.V. Screen, sellin' you dreams
Granny buyin'
dealer can match me equal
Niggas buy my mixes, sell it as dimes to the people
Mama she used to say, don't live by your knife
Mama she used to say,
sellin dimes
Out my crack house, yeah that's crashed out
Let me catch that
Just like Stackhouse, kick ya back out
Have you mad vexed
Like you did your
Out of range, never running out of game
Lotta chains, came with a lot of pain
Not a day goes by I ain't got a jay
Spending change, where that
and this drink I got is almost gone
And I've been doing wrong my whole life long
So here's my song here's my song
Five pounds of dro five rounds or mo'
Tore
stop, going
Tick, tock, tick, tock, AY
Homie, get on the grind like clockwork
Two for five or a dime, that's clockwork
Shorty
You ain't gettin off
the heart of this street
Your squadron is weak
I creep with a five-star class we beef
Your block will look like a five-car-crash
Ya know, that you can tell it
like day time
3 songs in as many tries
'n 4 hits deep
This one make five
6 deep ya that’s how I ride
7 shooters by my side
8 shawtys they blowin' mines
(Life of the check can be stopped by accident when you're trippin...)
(Life of the check can be stopped by accident when you're trippin...)
(Life
I had friends making six figures, quick selling six dimes
Pops whipped the Acura in '06, selling shit just to get by
Remember the cops stopped him by
He said that uh, you keep posting him you gon' make him blow up
Does that worry you at all? Like you blowing these other artists up by going back
on the grind as I drive through the ghetto / accompanied by a dime her complexion is yellow / blond hair canary diamond sunshine stiletto / pair of big balloon
Currency coming by the bundle
That’s the shit that I love
That’s the type of shit that make my day
I don’t spend a dime on you hoes
Guess we see where it
One time for your mind
Two times for Mumia, Sekou
Three times for my Brooklyn dimes
Seven times for pleasure
I don't trip, I don't trip
We don't
I bring forth the essence
You see pulling up five deep
With nothing but dimes inside of my jeep
I'm not arguing to get in VIP cocksucker prick
to valoy, metal, money caught it in his velcro
Another shell split his elbow, a good fellow
Like jimmy chochimes, he tote two nines, two dimes
Caught
who hits a woman isn't worth a dime
5, 6, 7, 8, 9 years old
That's what I remember about the rock of my soul
I told him I would kill him if he did
Madelyne Woods
By the way, my name's Malik, The Five-Foot Freak
Let's say we get together by the end of the week
She simply said, "No," labeled me a hoe
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