Lyrics:
Show up late, cause your girl came early
By all means, get high on us
Supply the dream, my tribe's ready to bust
Tear the seams, we too fat, way up
Leave
the history of music
By night, just to pay for that shit, you'd dance
To get your pants was a mission impossible
We were both the same age but I
Suppose
I'm not into no remorse
I just act up on my thoughts
Now i'm gonna get the sauce
Sippin' the lean
Yeah she a freak
Grab the, stick and I beat
Under
been through
And the people that's been gone
Summer 2021 I put the Timb's on
That's when I realized that everybody's not forever
And they not gonna get
by the hoes
Now a nigga know Jag finna get that doe cash before I hit that door hit the dro
Hit em with the big bad flow and get x out tic tac toe hit
they the Forces that determine the final say
No shade grey, Black and unapologetic, Progressive Underground wit no radio edit so forget it if
you think
I'ma soldier!
Stick in my chrome receiver, and I fins to get it on
Influenced by the dolja
Blastin' at the rollers
Callin' couple of soldiers
of California hip hop
Where you can pop, lock, or you can get shot
Black, white, latin, asian, living in this melting pot
Throw up your W and it don't stop
Police radio signals sayin' that a 187 land on your corner
Coroners comfort your mama
"Mama he's dead", the next morning I toasted up with my homies
We
needin' a reason why
As the sunset paints the sky 'cause
There's just nothin' like turnin' up the radio
Lookin' out the window
Watching the world go by
And you still won't match up with the ruthless p.o.w.
'Cause eazy's doin it compton style
That's the city and you say you could get some
Yo it's eazy-er
that
Yea I'm passed that
Letting all my goals fall by the wayside
I'm passed that
Hurting everyone I love to get high
I'm passed that
Wishing day to day
everybody on the radio homie
Flex the fetty on me yo get some henny for me
I guess your betting on me plenty of women on me
I be only thinkin money
So when
collect all the green and I collect all of the spinach
cnd when I pull up on the seen
You know everybody wanna image
I get to by any means
cint no
the heights
Money is tight
But even so
Even so
When the lights go down I blast my radio!
You ain't got no skills!
Benny!
Yo, lemme get a
Milky
a stiff face
Acting like you don't mind being dead
Now, radio's a place where everybody comes
To prove that they don't fear anybody
That's pointless
My heart's a stereo
It beats for you, so listen close
Hear my thoughts in every note
Make me your radio (yeah)
And turn me up when you feel low
I know y'all don't see me on tv
Or hear me on the radio
But you industry brats
Better check billboard and Pollstar
Before y'all get to crying
stand.
Loyalty torched dignity,
Burned him up and he ran.
There's nothing worse than a radio edit.
Girls' fashion's callous, the standard
Is angry,
this portion
I can't name the spot, they don't merit the promotion
But I been there look like any strip club
Everybody slicked up trying to get they dick
reflection in the mirror
I'm so sensitive as everybody's trembling, fearing
And if I could edit my preferences
I'd let them all nearer, but I digress
In
(yeah)
'Cause black men, we go through enough (oh)
How can we get up off the ground, when we steady tearin' each other down (how, oh)
I admit that
being mentioned
Reinvented by the method don't get to aggressive
Instead of fighting for our freedom we get too embarrassed
Look inside my template
right
Seems I'm making it harder and harder
While everybody else is doing well
I get confused by their bodies
I get tangled in their curls
How do
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