Lyrics:
kill, but it heal me
Green light on my head, yeah I'm worried, still ain't kill me
Hood adjacent ways, yeah you good, but not really
Started off moving,
girl on a bean, on the lean
Shakin' like a walkin' tambourine for the green
I can show you how to start a party
I can show you how to pop a bottle
I
a choppa by me when I take a shower
Product of the pain so you know I'm not a coward
Go get the money need it need it for the power
Power power power power
fucking with me
You better say please
Just like the men selling product
Dead man walking
Sir, he stalking
Nun like the boys who went out to eat
After green
When I get older losing my hair,
Many years from now.
Will you still be sending me a valentine
Birthday greetings bottle of wine.
If I'd been
When I get older losing my hair,
Many years from now.
Will you still be sending me a valentine
Birthday greetings bottle of wine.
If I'd been
Worlds are born
And then they die
Inside me
Comet trailing
Bottle green everything
Leaning satyr
Bottle green everything
The lily of the field
The bird
wisdom
Don't tell anyone I made 'em up
To manipulate your weak mind
While you dream about living my life
I will feed you pills from some bottle I made
like I’m sick but I ain’t gettin zs
I’m too busy working I’m getting this green
I know that I got me a family to feed
Money scheming
These niggas can’t
through the seasons
To feed our family
You slipping all the time, your own fault
Don't be mad at we
Way down in the jungle
Past the trees by the river
we pop bottles in the vip
(Kang) Call me Joe clark niggaz lean on me (Yeah)
Racks on me, got green on me (Racks)
Givenchy look so clean on me (Whoo
Got 2 bottles of water by my side
My doubts in my left and my pen in my right
Not ready to choose, I am borrowing time
Do I slaughter the mic or do I
When they opened up the strip I was young and full of zip,
I wanted some place to call my own.
And so I made the race, and staked me out a place,
phone I'm going for the night
Good looking ladies standing side by side
I asked them if they're coming for a ride
They looked me up and down and said
in the hood try to hit me
Snakes on the block wanna sip Mo' wit me
The life of a thug wasn't made right
When I die leave a bottle of Dom, by
of the Jenny this shit got me leanin
Tryna run up nd I bet ima leave em
Bleed em
Let any nigga get wit the creepin
25 hollows ina clip what I feed em
Bitch is
the green its all on me
Hustle hard and feed the team
Ok nothings ever as it seems
No way will you prevent me from my dreams
Wake up one day, and I'm blessed
I just left New York, with the work
Baby bottle lean
Never cut me short I like my
Bands and my ounces green
When she see that wrist work
Bet that hoe
bottles
Gettin' drunk with these bitches
And when they leave they get followed
Fall asleep with that bitch
And really don't know much about her
When
Green gator skin fit ain’t no traitor ain’t no bitch,
Loose paper for my kin ONE TWO THREE FOUR
Tell me whatchu do for a dollar
Tell me watchu do when
myself a party
You know a flyin' saucer landed right by my side
You know a big green man jumped out and boy, you know he robbed me
You know he beat me
finish on the Gallardo
Taking selfies with french model
A bottle of Cheval Blanc from Saint-Émilion
Bloomberg index got me at a billion
Rolls Royce
berettas
Just for that paper even your family can feed you venom
I know some exes checking up on me I'm doing better
I know my enemies disappointed I'm doing
Pop the trunk, Got the bottles and the bud
Had to celebrate so I made it out the mud
Got to get it how I get it by any means
Now I'm sitting back
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