Lyrics:
at the moon
I know you with him
But you staring too
Don't you miss the highs
Flights at night baby wanna ride
Till we die!
Told ya not to worry second guessing
hurting
My jersey cost more than a Birkin
I fuck first
Sloppy seconds isn't gon' work
Nigga you're worthless like water on turf
Hit my nerve and in a week
You ain't living how I live sucka
That's why I flex on niggas
They never did love us
I'm putting checks on niggas
Even my kid's mother
And you ain't
a purpose
(Mmmmm)
I don't need a second chance
(Aaah)
Got the world in my hands
(Aaah)
I ain't worried bout first place nah
(Yeah)
I don't need the worship
I
of the U.S.
Where you got to be strapped like a semi
Get rich or
Or be ready to die
Where we're surrounded by crooked cop, drugs, and prostitution
Come
the metro the moon is the only witness
Walking on broken glass Gina told me to stop throwing them bottles
Lately the vision gets darker no longer glisten i'm
(on my soul)
Killed my cousin I can't let that s*** fly
Second time seeing my mother cry my first time seeing somebody die
Last time I looked death in
motorbike
Around tha second line stun'n with tha loud pipes (vroom vroom)
We showcasin', bodies erasin' we want it all
Joe Killer, told me be patient, we
(?), and showin' us in
It's like a movie.. they want to do me.. it's on again
I know it's showin'.. how niggas scorin'.. I can hear ya talkin'
so good to be so right
First I say I told you so
Now it's time to let this go
Second chances make you weak
I don't wanna hear a peep
First I say I
And Sealed With Seven Seals
I Heard A Mighty Angel Proclaiming In A Loud Voice
"Who Is Worthy To Break The Seals And Open The Scroll?"
But No One In Heaven
and feeling geeked
Tryin' get to school, first day of the week
Super Donuts warmed up for breakfast, wasn't much to eat
Remember moms' hand-washing clothes,
We told each other secrets then used it as a weapon
That toxic energy it had us feigning for seconds
Sneakin in yo mama house for love and affection
(Ayy, Nephew Ric, tell 'em what's good, seven)
This shit for my kinfolk
(Ayy, lil' Ric, talk to 'em for a second, homie, do that)
This shit for my
however
My auntie became a man and I took pride in it
She wasn't gay, she ate pussy, and that was the difference
That's what I told my friends in second
to pop me, to even try to stop me from grinding
I'm leaving you blinded by the size of Mo Thugs 'til you find us
All the nigga know what the hood like
Chorus:
Hillwood
Hustlaz
You can't
See us
We run
Houston
Thousands
Of tons
First Verse:
I'll take my gun and make you run
'cause it really don't
better, her body was eaten by Luchimia
Seventh grade, it was cursed and sad
But the gift within it, was when I first met Chad
But even Chad could tell
the law on us
They want us in jails, with bails too high to bond, but am I the Don?
Shit, I'll be out by the morn', word bond
My game is on lock, till
And the joyful cackle of lightning
Your first cries came in time with the season's first rain
Herald of blessings, they named you
Father's pride, mother's
anorectic
See I'm never missing breakfast
Don't be begging, acting desperate
That's my preference, I am legend
Push in first while you in second
Only losers
heard about that nine that Eminem packs
You diss us, you get you're fucking face cracked
I'm from 7 Mile and Stout, I'll shoot up you're house
Next
the rules in my hood
If you touch me you get murked
We ain't with that back and forth, it ain't no rap, we hittin' first
G-5, we be at LIV by Sunday when
were the one
To be by my side
Always knew
You were down to ride
In it always
Down to try new way slides
I'd wish you'd come and slide
Ya
Ugh
We could
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