Lyrics:
Army green eyes with
ColecoVision bash casually
While punks jump up and jeopardize
My head banger reality (ah) godzilla jook
Red five minus the whiny
Here comes the water.
All I knew and all I believed
Are crumbling images
That no longer comfort me.
I scramble to reach higher ground,
Some
My fam finna taste the freedom
My friends finna bring that green in
I ain't dead till you catch me sleeping
For real
Like pick it up, run around
Rip it
getting it then you must support her
I turnt up I'm trying to fuck somebody daughter
Piecing up on bottles boy don't let me find out
(Don't let me find
yell out get me in
I get bottle service yell out give me ten give me ten
I don't need no practice I'm like Iverson
Ever since a kid I knew I'd be
the bottle I don't really hit the throttle
Let me know, where my model Instagram, yeah
IG model Hold her hand, walking down the street
Hot damn, hot damn Hot
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 out
Yeah, be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way, nigga
Some real shit right here, nigga
This will be the realest shit you
green
Smoke this purp then split your bean
Tell me what you mean
You ain't serving all of the fiends
Yea I live in the dirt but my fade so clean
Stay
green
Smoke this purp then split your bean
Tell me what you mean
You ain't serving all of the fiends
Yea I live in the dirt but my fade so clean
Stay
stocks like Tetris
It pay for the bottles and sections, and they know that it's me when I step in
Some think I should stop rap well I tried and really
Day by day by day by day by day
The black is trapped by the larger green
Absorbed into its own bloodstream
The yellow begins to lick its lips with glee
the streets
Feed my family where its safer
Doin wat i gotta do
Know people thatll take ya
In tha blink of an eye
Best believe they owe me favors
Sending shots
a player hold the game by the book (yeah)
Bright thing on my hand sayin' (look at me)
I got your girl doin' a handstand, whoa (look at me)
Out them
a player hold the game by the book (yeah)
Bright thing on my hand sayin' (look at me)
I got your girl doin' a handstand, whoa (look at me)
Out them
Looking my eyes niggas told me I would never get by
Back to wall
Niggas told me i would never get by
But I'm here to stay
So don't look away
I'm hungry
scenes
That means your talk is cap
Cause the way I act make me grab my Mac
I fire back at your windows
All I need now is a little bit of info
Crushed by
seems like they’ll never leave
Lately lately
I feed off green energy
It’s my life, so let me be me, don’t act like you care come tell story
Come tell
All bottles on me, uhuh
I been on the block
They can't sleep on Legend cause I don't sleep
On some new shit every week
If I want her, she wit me
Light
My bottle's runnin' dry
Call me by my real name
Your painted face is shy
My whiskey makes me feel things
My brother never lies
Time-time,
Ngena Ngena Ngena
Yeah Ey
I pull out a straw and opened a bottle of sprite
Sipping on mixtures that dazzle the mind
Obey your thirst don't you get
yeah
Them free bands
Break it off with my team, man
Gotta feed gang
Black gloves and the ski mask, yeah
We scheming on the block with my demons
Come
Fresh black tee
Calvin on the jeans
I do this shit with ease
Pockets full of greens
Bottle of moscato
I'm gnarly just like otto
Yeah i luv
Cold in my heart, I'm shaking All I ever feel is hatred
Grab a bottle, we lit for the night
Off the moonrock, yeah, I'm feeling right
She asked me for
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