Lyrics:
time then I'm done, yeah
Niggas mad 'cause they ho wanna see me, yes, I'm the one
No, I ain't worryin' 'bout smoke, I'm with Stickbaby the Don
Yeah,
reverse the manifest
And good karma and I'll tell you why
You take two strangers
And put 'em in random predicaments
Give 'em a soul so they can
Make
six-four, I'm Diddy no tint
I can't hide in New York City
I'm 'bout it in the South, sleep good in the West
Know a chick from Watts with Bad Boy tatted
the river spinnin' on a log
Jog to the liquor store, grab me a thicker ho
Get me a Michelob, now I want to Snicker though
Remind me of the old days
When
fuckin' problem
This nigga Tyler though, almost killed me
And Nico, on Washington Boulevard
The day before the carnival last year
Just because this nigga
night another round against my demons nigga
Insomnia got me livin' like I'm dreamin nigga
Get to dumpin' on niggas I ain't even hit 'em
Cuzzo tell me bout
Tell Him where we at (believe)
Had the water rain pure and ain't good for the drinking
Don't fix me a plate if you know I can't it
Seeing people dead
blessings sent in disguise
Or not worried bout your demise
A lot of moments filled with haziness
But on the low tell me what day is this
Basic shit would be
line
Straight in I go, headed straight to the bar
I got a superstar status, so I guess I'm a star
Haters checking me out
Now tell me what's that
a superstar status,
So I guess I'm a star
Haters checking me out
Now tell me what's that about?
I'ma chill to the point haters checking me out
Sipping
drugs you took
Stuck in a nook
Forced to do it by the book
Even though I'm a rook
Here lemme tell ya a tale
You in jail gettin railed
A piece of rail
of y’all, it’s not a race
My heart too cold for your ‘nother game
They tell the old jokes, that I can’t relate
Top of the mornin’ It’s just another day
I’m
him—bury him?
I know one day they got to bury him
Better lock my casket tight, baby, so I don't let the devil in
People, it's just me and my guitar
Yeah,
him—bury him?
I know one day they got to bury him
Better lock my casket tight, baby, so I don't let the devil in
People, it's just me and my guitar
Yeah,
southside, you can tell by the parlor
Give it a good look cuz' there'll never be another
Hoes, a hundred spokes, what you expect?
Trust me, money can't buy
'cause with the mill' comes the appetite
Vanna White, I make a fortune, y'all just tappin' on the screens
She askin' me if I'm a player, 'bout to draft
babes my babes
I call her my babes
Remind me of my old school days
She put a smile upon my face
What mi tell them
My babes you know you are my babes
My
finna pick up for bae
The minutes without her it feel like days
Baby I love you like some minute maid
Text me at seven I'll pull up by eight
Got your
with America's #1 DJ, Funkmaster Flex
In collaboration with America's, pardon me, #1 independent rap label, Dipset
And right now I'm accompanied by
ass than a toilet seat
Three to the one from the one to the three
I met a bad bitch last night in the D
Let me tell you how I made her leave with me
you
I hope you feel the vibe like I do
I could slide by you then maybe take a dip in your Bayou
We could bump Erykah Badu
You telling me you high but
But for now I'm keeping my head High and growing tell I'm old
I know one day I'm gonna be okay I Just don't know
When or how I'm just hoping for it Now
a clock,time a tell, this nati boy live as hell like Channel 5,9,and 12, met a that behind the shell, she told me I was fine as hell, pulled off on my bike she
Bella waves me in and says, It's okay,
You can hang with the star, like he knows who you are, he said to tell you that you made his day
They say
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