Lyrics:
Cause i want to get in touch
With the man i miss so much
An' you should guarantee day by day
Innocent love
You need my innocent love
My innocent
with mathed up off the cuff nigga
And that took two years just to touch ears
I'm living in the next ten years while that shit here
I can get touched
you by
plain to see
if that's the way
don't be afraid to get up and leave me
i could break it
if it don't mean that much
sliding in the wrong
Nigga, I wasn't lyin', went from SPAM to a fuckin' Lamb'
Chases duckin' 12, had to get up out the fuckin' jam
I got two rings on, two chains on
Three
Now watch out for the twist
Here come them niggaz that was with you but they out to get rich
But you thought them niggaz would never do that
Until they
up in the clouds
Oh, don't gotta ask me if I burn enough cause' we don't run out
Blow it by the "o", even my fans smoke it
Cause' they throw it at my
And our bigger meaning
So, let's lose us in these sheets, yeah
And when I get up to walk, I wanna feel weak, yeah
Well, I ain't goin' far (ain't goin'
fucked up a friendship I'm sorry
Money don't buy happiness, I go and cry in a Ferrari
We get kicked out the room, I'ma move the shit down to the lobby
can fly
Add you to my mornin' routine
Hope you don't get bored with me overtime
Have you ever fallen fast asleep?
Woke up in your favorite dream by
Make it rain, when it pours we flood, cover your system
Intuitive, straight up, avoided you by instinct
You could take cover, dodge radar detection
a flamin' scorch, you by the door, moolah
All over the floor time to gather
As much as I can tryin' not to get blam off in a vicious
Get message
Sit back, relax and get bitch smacked by my focus
This track is a trap if you have the focus
I lift rap when I rap when in fact it's bloated, come
what I'm sayin, dem fools was stuck
[Verse 8: Eightball]
Punk ass niggaz that talk shit can get down on their knees
Suave got the hook up cause suave
fall victim somehow
But that's that game
Won't try to explain
From books to bricks
Now I see crooks and tricks
Caught up in the mix
Of everyday in
to rhyme to boo and get tramped (get tramped)
Give a call to the clinic, ATL's the pimp camp
And see which playa, is up for the downstroke
(Cause you
away to get close again.
Up in the air in a window seat
Your head on my shoulder and a blanket around our feet
We could leave the kids at home
the blade (yeah), how it get tragic (yeah)
Norman Bates (yuh, yuh), psycho diamonds all up in the face flashin' (ayy)
Hol' up, wait (huh), let me do this
I was just working out man
You know when you do extra reps
You don't need to do them but you just, you get me
Boil up a boy's head
Block's hot,
to make money by selling the drugs
pimpin these women fill it up with slugs uh!
never be caught slipping and doging away from these cops
knowing the back
Yeah, I just got rich
I don't know how to feel
Peezy pulled up G Wagen
I knew this shit was real
I ain't think I was gon' make it
Really felt like I'd get
don't do much to pull her and dick her
Everyday I'm popping a tab and pulling a sticker
Everyday I'm switching the tags and pulling up sicker
Every "K"
City we from made us
Shooters keep the thing tucked
Talk shit get your face snubbed, you might get your chain took
Lifestyle you live made up
Never
my AK (nigga, I got my AK)
If it's smoke up in the city, I get that up out the way (I get that up out the way)
Like, who really fucking with me? I
I'mma have a surprise for him
By the time he get home cause I keep
Keep keep the chrome in the whip
For bitch-ass niggas who don't
Know when to quit
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