Lyrics:
just who we are
who we are
from the bottom
now we be up at the top
we just keep on going
never stop never stop
had to get it i just take em
by
everywhere I go I get recorded
(The kids a sav')
Don't over think it we vibing baby just let it be
(Let it be)
Lets roll some trees swing the old school
the sun, I'm tryna get them one by one
Bitch, I ain't never spend a buck, but like a tornado, I definitely spawn
I ain't aiming at no houses, bitch, I'm
impossible
She call me when she need me
But I'm not Kim Possible
She call me we get freaky
Told her meet me by the lake
Baby get your knee deep
Ain't no need
day light
I don't get caught
In drive-bys
On congress dope feins
Use to stick needles
In they veins
Use to wonder
If it was worth
The pain to get high
Any day now, Quadron Wilson will be released from prison early
He's the man who was surrounded by more than 20 local, state, and federal agents
rely on dollies so over threw sex.
To get to higher form
A God & Soul Controller.
Metaphysical motional
A bre's his own 'consoler'
Sleeping minds are
it
Gotta get it back again
Day by day we're driftin' far apart
I got to find a way to
Climb the wall around your heart
Every time I take you in my arms
Yo
Hey yo, you all remember Shiro
Down low the money
Snaked by his girl and the friend he called his right hand
Things have been different from
Yeah
Homey, if I go to Hell and you make it to Heaven
Just get me to the gate, and I'll talk my way in
Got a gift, I'm special with the flow I'm
in my life to get by
That's why I spit shine the pussy
'Till it get tight and fine
He push me over to the other side
If he act right he could hit
of the click
All you suckers want to dis the pacific
But you buster niggas never get specific
Used to love her mad cause we fucked
Her pussy whipped bitch
'cause I got to get the money
Get the platinum fund to pay
But I'm ah be ah thinkin' 'bout my niggaz
When I got ta do sum flippin', if a nigga ain't got
fueled by drugs
Shits about to get real out of hand dog, better get ya man dog
Rap shit comes second, I'm a show you what a robber do
Mention ice one
the scent its a crucible of sorts
Even the proudest of men knelt like a Lutheran
Youth is killed by witnessing a killer get killed
So much killing can't tell
pack of twenty johnnies empty by the waste bin
Now you're just a memory I text when I get wasted
Keep your number in my mind but man I really should
to get mine
Spit about it in rhymes now the hustle combined
Pop I'm killin' these bitches I done stayed on my grind
Motivated by money and puttin' on time
to get mine
Spit about it in rhymes now the hustle combined
Pop I'm killin' these bitches I done stayed on my grind
Motivated by money and puttin' on time
both explode
Oh
Roads, coasts
Anywhere you want baby we go
This life feels like nothing without you here close
You a drug I'm an addict, get high by
Hit them lights
Hit them lights, make this shit
Look darker in this ho, Ayy
Hit them lights
I gotta get a lil' darker here
Hit them lights
Ain't
the port side
Left at night so no one knew
Blinded by the stars
Can you help me get to where you are
Blinded by the stars
So familiar that it feels too
make my feddy, by the rock and the Houpe
That don't stay fly, I get fly too
Trying to hop out of line, put a n**** in his place
Serve up his chest,
you fuck 'round with this and you'll get aten.
You gettin laid to rest
Ain't slayin' Latyrx
You gettin laid to rest
Over the Sunset's edge
Nelly: Yo
Man: Yo, what up boss
Nelly: Yo, where why'all at derrty?
Man: Uh, like, like, um, over there
Nelly: Yo mayn, get why'all ass out here
Man:
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