Lyrics:
to catch up with me
Just to ask from me don't need that
All I care about is cash money, big ass and where the weed at
Oh
I got brothers we ain't tied by
"Everybody don't always make it
But there's always that guy back in
The hood that was the
Shit and inspired the people that
Did make it" Meek Mill
By the time
Bang bang, the boogie to the boogie
Say up jump the boogie, to the bang-bang boogie
Let's rock, you don't stop
Rock the rhythm that'll make your body
Yeah, somebody on
Somebody hit me today and they were like
"Nah, just make sure, you know
You tell me what to do when I get there, you know?"
In Your Dreams
[Chorus Janelle Monae (Sleepy Brown)]
We spend summer dreaming when we coulda be leaving [Whoo]
(Out here wil'n don't give a fuck)
You sold me up the river, but I rowed back
You put me on the road without a road map
I'm not tryna make no song, these are cold facts
You got some
Even on an island my mind works overtime
You might be a mile away
I still fear you’ll hear me say
Whatever it is that might be on my mind
But I don’t
dynamite, I'll pick up little gun
And together we're gonna go out tonight and make that highway run
You don't have to call me lieutenant, Rosie, and I don't
dynamite, I'll pick up little gun
And together we're gonna go out tonight and make that highway run
You don't have to call me lieutenant, Rosie, and I don't
+ (Wyclef Jean)]
It's been three years (AH!), livin this fast life
I think on it, I know one day I won't have life
People don't know me over
I'm gonna pick up Little Gun
And together we're gonna go out tonight
And make that highway run
You don't have to call me lieutenant, Rosie
And I don't
smell it when she past my way
Going upstairs I walk fast so she don't see my face
Then we go to class I'm walking by her at the same pace
Aye what's that
Turns out, our bodies are computers
And in EMDR, trauma was explained to me as an event that overwhelms our senses
So much so, that our brains don't
My shawty got the hottest boyfriend in the city
And she so solid she don't mind to ride that carrivan with me
And I keep so much good company I
bumping
Keep on churning out shit and rap to make
Y’all learn about and flip the lady
Why should I be at the things of her
At the mood
Of her, if she don’t
baked out the oven peach cobbler
Looks great smells great let me conquer
Closed my eyes drop the fork it's an honor
Taste so good makes me dance pop my
with me don't fuck with me
Don't fuck with me don't fuck with me
Hopped out the Acura and now I'm in the Chevrolet
Got underpaid in my life, I need
rich so we were out to make that steady figure
Once I was eleven years old my daddy told me
Go get yourself a wife or you'll be lonely
Once I was
the system like me to free my people from lies
Make sure its Titz Beatz you bump
Cuz I survived the virus but I was killed by the cure
I survived the virus but
picture pages made we want to right graffiti,
I had to do it when Davy and Goliath couldn't see me.
Always tryin to do right, they be hangin out with
critique
Look at me nigga, just a young hood nigga tryna get this cake
I don't need to be givin' out how school gon' educate
Filet mignon for my food stamps
Liar, father of all lies, the devil
Hey, hey
De devil trick and fool nuff people tell dem lie he'll make dem prosper
Liar, hold da vibes now
it
Imma pull it out can't have no baby
Let me bust all on them thighs
Pretty brown eyes
Caught you by surprise
I-I'm gone make you
Let me bust all
+ (Wyclef Jean)]
It's been three years (AH!), livin this fast life
I think on it, I know one day I won't have life
People don't know me over
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