Lyrics:
And so I party like it's 2012
Split the swisher open, put the green inside the L
Cause any day I could take an L
So my niggas gather around so
Twenty twenty not a month went by without me making green
2Grands on audio the algorithm favored me
Made alotta losses but La Vida really tailored me
me alone in the deep end drowning in the waters
Of my own tears driven by my own fears
That I'd never find somebody else to kill the nightmares
Tell me
Picked myself up immune to the pain
Signed to Greystone and we all about the green
Got me trippin, holdin on im al lil more sane
There’s good
I pour it by the liter
Then she know I never settle cheaper
I can turn a benz to a beamer
I can do a lot of shit you dream of
You know I got it like
conditions of a flood we built arks to get ahead
Redbone keep me feed I leave two by the ledge
If I ever start to slip I fall off into them legs
That's some
bottle there
Inu Ifem nne ku nsi gi nyem more one bottle there
More one bottle star jiri oyi biko
Ahhhh nna ehh nwanne
Obuna e jiri ego na ogbodo etiri eti
the Kodachrome now, later
With a lid to brow staple
Revist the cobra loading zone
Molar foaming but he hold his own. Wound
Cauterized by the zippo he had stole
feed
Ah one mackerel inna the pot
When you see we out a braff
Nuh bother tell me say fi stop
When school give lunch time
Man haffi run go home fi that
But I've never felt the hammer
Got that beast kept by my side
Feed a feast for power rides
Thankful for the devil I know
Thankful for the devil I know
these hoes hatin on me
I came back for you, the mink rockin Benz coppin keep the bottles poppin
This time around either your in or your out
This time
W/ a sexy Billie Jean
Rumor should've been
Tuffy bouta checc by any means
Imma fucc, but won't trust baby
That's on Billy Green
I know everything
can't see the lane
Swerving heavy, bottle in my lap
I'm looking for a problem so I'm modeling the gat
Somebody save me, cause I don't wanna go to jail
I'd
organizing abilities
My ability to keep up with
Everything all of you say
All the time
All the time
You think I'm overwhelmed
Maybe by your news feeds
Ans your
and cross between
What's your's and mine's, the gold, the green
The roads that show just what it mean
That grabbed Shakur and by the wing
And fly before
Standin' in the club, poppin' bottles, sippin' Ace
Lookin' at the people, lookin' at me like I'm straight
Knowin' I've been goin' through some shit that I
Yo nephew, give me some of that No Limit shit
Yeah,
We got my nigga Fiend in the house
C-Murder in this motherfucker
Mystikal all up in this
Too many bottles of this
Wine we can't pronounce
Too many bowls of that green, no Lucky Charms
The maids come around too much
The parents ain't
Please do not feed the artists
It’s best for harvest to keep them starving
A dystopian future
Tales of the refugitives
Live to the universe
We’re
Money motivations, greens galore
Yeh, I like that shit raw, tell me how that shit feel
Living legend, 20 something, imagine how my dick feel
God damn
path
It's beaten and tread green will never, grow, back
But I'm in the woods free from all evil
No lies, no money, no power, no people
I'm one with
And the angel of the lord came unto me, snatching me up from my place of slumber.
And took me on high, and higher still until we moved
house, listen to this
I called her baby, she grabbed my dick
She sucked it like a bottle and drove me crazy
Then she sucked my nuts and jacked off my dick
where the mother feed
Gutter greed king
Let a crumby motherfucker breed fuck wit me
It goes knock knock, rummy at an abrupt speed
The seed's all
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