Lyrics:
could never quit
I just stay by myself, I don't like getting late
Brodie got knocked by them crackers I ain't talking ritz
Young bull don't pout, stop
know what its like to drive a Benz
This life shit is a mystery what's the real reason
I lost my best friend a year ago and I'm still grieving
I feel like
better fuck her good, grab her tight by the hips
Cause that bitch a rollercoaster, just make sure you buckled in
Yeah, make sure you buckled in
I'm sorry,
good to go)
I feel better and better by the day
I'm so glad I'm free, yeah
You know, I'd rather work five days a week
Than to have shackles on my
If the meek shall inherit the earth
And not the weak
Let me inherit the street, fuck it
You know what I mean?
I mean I love life man, you know
crackers think they sick,
By trying to make this bullshit affordable.
I thank the Lord that my voice was recordable.
Come an get your soul food well,
at a cracker's worst nightmare
Young, black, rich and with a fresh pair Nikes
Boy you talk about my life here
Fuck wit' OGs that put dice in the mirror
And they
life, this life
Thieves, this life, this life
Gamblers, this life, this life
Niggas, crackers, children, mothers, fathers, lovers, neighbors, hungry
life, good life
(Electric gates, Texas plates in my driveway)
Had to get out and get it, nigga wonder where it's kissing
Beach house by the docks,
life and so we ball out major
Until I see a ribbon in the sky
Cop plush cars put ribbons on the ride
And due to my political ties
I can't roll around
to make these crackers richer
But u too blinded by the light to even get the picture
Now I ain't saying if he ain't doing don't get ya paper
But understand
She was a flirt
A really bad love story, still I'm hurt
I gave her my life, so did you, it worked
The pussy plays everybody on they turn and time's
Giving me life behind bars and glass
Taking my life, and then you release me
The DNA don't match
A proper my fault that ain't proper
137 bullets,
as Tipton on London bridges
Good without niggas in my past, ya listening?
I'm so past precision
Life is a bitch but I had to kiss her
Imma go ahead and put
And i aint no florida ghit
But I got gators by my side and they gon eat
Know what's wrong with me
Hold on, quiet down, who the fuck is he
Ayy, head down,
by the king of kings
I've seen it in my life he's been so good
I've seen it with my eyes He's been so good
God is not a man that He should lie
He's
rapper who sucks crackers
And wish he had nuts
But if he did have some
Than I guess that would just make his his ass
A fuckin' act from "the Nut-Cracker
today
Is
They got the
Red, white and blue lights
If you might
Look at them
And Blink twice
They will take your crews life
In the name of
Blue stripes
a mild black
These crackers just throwed me on papers
I used to hang out at the trap house
Reafer and dope on the table
Now a young nigga done bossed up,
when I was out, let's examine
What's happenin junior? What's goin down?
How the women actin, heard you was crushin 'em in the town
Look good don't
Betty the Boop
Only the niggas that hoop, traded my life for cartoon
Dance monkey dance, cathedral gon' pay me good tonight
Eating Chic-Fil-A in
suffocating
Day by day
It's the same
Pretend it's all okay
Make em' proud
At the cost
Of your life
Wasting
I'm suffocating
Chorus:
I'm more than what meets
girl
Do you wanna watch an old man cry
Whacker, Cracker, Smaker, Slacker, cum cuckin' nigga-jacker,
So specific, motorific, fly high and die by
a shadow
Overlooked by my heroes Ever since an adolescent
Trynna make a good impression By the life that I’m reppin' now
I see him in the club in the cut wit
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