Lyrics:
yeah, run down on 'em
(run down on 'em niggas)
Yeah, yeah, run down on 'em
(hit all them niggas too, nigga)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, run down on 'em
(I don't
got shot out his shoes
Put a fuck nigga down we don't play by the rules
I'm gone come out the coat if you play with my dawg
Hang that boy by the rope we
better by the day, yeah, all you pussy niggas in the way, yeah niggas steady crying, I don't play fair
I tell em to pull up, they never say where guess
the rules
Hotspot at my place with gorgeous ladies by the pool
I'm from a place you stay away from boys in blue
Poser dans un salon bien arrosée je suis
bout it, tell em what up
I'm been feeling crazy like a squirrel, I'm bouta nut up
Boy go see a therapist, you need to put that gun up
Like a track meet
be quiet and go to sleep hoe, go to sleep
Man, I tell a hoe to go to sleep (Go to sleep)
They turn around and frown, gotta make 'em six feet deep
be quiet and go to sleep hoe, go to sleep
Man, I tell a hoe to go to sleep (Go to sleep)
They turn around and frown, gotta make 'em six feet deep
me, they don't want your dreams, they want reality
They get up inside yo' head
You tell 'em "I'm dead" and tell 'em "Get out of me"
Will they try to rob
When the fed rush in the dope spot
And your main man tell 'em how the coke drop
How he rain danced with me by the boat dock
I know when he did that, I
the air (yo, what? What? What?)
And lick two shots in the atmosphere (uh, yeah, yeah)
(Uh, uh, uh, put 'em up, put 'em up) yeah, a-yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
or it was second me think me
Na, na, oh
Been was being mean to me know
Take em back if the of throat is share
What tell you "bed back to work"
Gonna he's
sucked late at night by a fuckin' transvestite
Still on probation for stranglin' my boy Jason
Should be taking my medication, it's 9 to 10 I'm facin'
The things, that's on my mind
When I be sliding by, in my city (in my city)
It's the things, that's on my mind
When I be sliding by, in my city (in
winning
You could tell that a young nigga winning
(Verse 1)
Only 24 check how I’m living,
U can’t even tell I just came from prison, boy Fleet of them
They ain't think that I could tell a story over trap beats
They ain't think I'd have em rocking vip to nosebleeds
Cop a white gold french bread set
greeted you, with a knowing smile,
When I saw that girl upon your arm,
I knew she won your heart with a fatal charm.
I said "Soul Boy, let's hit
at the viewing, Ty mom crying to him
He hug her, he tell her whoever did this, he gone do 'em
From there it was a silence, she ain't condone violence
But they
Yeah
It's ya boy, Clouds
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ridin' thru the city wit my top down
Gotta bad bitch wit me ridin' shotgun
Everybody love me cuz I’m on now
like this because im all that
Thats your bitch she might call back
Thought she was all that
Get em I got em
Boy I do this shit often
Better be cautious
I
Not knowing the disconnect from the father
The next generation will be the real victims
I can't fault 'em really
I remember Amber told my boy no
is mine
I walk and I shine in the sublime, gotta ward of all the demons
Outta my thought, they caught, they gone I tell em sit back and wake em
nigga crimes collar white like a tee
I got some models tryna text me bet they paying a fee
And I'm blowing in ya city bet these niggas know me
I tell 'em
pistol go drop
Never go Mobb
When the 4-4 stop
Will a nigga get mopped
Fo restin' my knot
Tell 'em to get yo grill knocked out
You fuckin' wit
[Intro:]
A yo man let that beat drop on em
Yea, oh you know I'm liking that right there
Wats good yall
It's yo boy Lecrae
Some call me crezy
I'm here
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