Lyrics:
the aftershock, and I know it's tough
You think you gon' erupt
You were set up with atrocious luck, plus we're growing up
I think 'bout all the times you opened up
tell by my wrist
Ain't nobody out here nailed it like this
Taking all these different methods tryna scale it to rich in my dreams
Miss me with that
tell by my wrist
Ain't nobody out here nailed it like this
Taking all these different methods tryna scale it to rich…in my dreams
Miss me with that
the world
Don't trust nobody
Gotta look over your shoulder constantly
I remember the days when I was a young kid growing up
Looking in the mirror dreaming
a dream but
I never get no sleep
Up all night getting higher
Then the nose bleed
Swear I was raised by a beast like Mogli
Came from the bottom, rats
mother's ballgown
I'm son of a stubborn old one track jackal prince
Trucking with prime directive just to get the goods and never fall down
Ate the city
got rough that's who I needed most
I won't talk down on my family adults
But I know music is what revived my pulse
Growing up well, I didn't know what I
Indigo okay, Embasin, whatever
Ralph Lauren, Red Monkey
Jeans ain't even Evisu
Don't do no running, chase up
A bag, cross country, track
Brand new
We Outta Here NIGGA
W.O.H.
I thought I told ya
I thought I told ya
We Out Here NIGGA
Fuck UR feelings
No one cares about'em
Raising up the ceiling
don't really give a shit, I represent the real cats who know me
Man, what's up with that scratch you owe me?
Now run my chips before we fall out like
the pen
There's more life to live, but forgive me
Cause I had to get up on the track again
Cause I'm still underground like groundhog
I been puttin' in
your life and leave it all a mess
Growing up i put my all in for the NFL
Music found me started trapping and i've never failed
Rolling somewhere in
up
Yea you're growing up and it's not the same
Drunk soul lovers
Undercover
Boys ruin girls at every corner
Plastic masses
Foggy glasses
Cigarettes
When we out for commas
Got a holy flow like the Dhali Lama
I can run up in your house
Thinking I'm a squatter
Body on the track
That's a fact
When we
When we out for commas
Got a holy flow like the Dhali Lama
I can run up in your house
Thinking I'm a squatter
Body on the track
That's a fact
When we
featuring Big Tymers, Hot Boys
{Juvenile}
How you love this playboy? This one here bezzled out.
With the Hot Boys and the Tear da
Billy, he's down by the railroad tracks
Sittin' low in the back seat of his Cadillac
Diamond Jackie, she's so intact
And she falls so softly
Billy, he's down by the railroad tracks
Sittin' low in the back seat of his Cadillac
Diamond Jackie, she's so intact
And she falls so softly
Conversation we be conversating
That's temptation
Switching places that's location
Look me in your eyes
You my sensation
Pull up by your gate
Pick you up
on the dotted line
Cause now you're mine
Hey, hey bitch
Hey bitch get up it's time to go to work
Time to go to work bitch, it's your boy Lil Jon
Never will I
We slay
Put the Mix-Master on the fader
And the rhythm of the cuts are always up to data
Boy, it means nothin' if we're rockin' the place
Without
oh
Woke up this morning
God damn I'm high
Guess it's my calling
To be born and fly
Hennies by my side
Ladies by my side
If I ever slip and fall
a case of it
Face off it
I'm Nicolas cage...
Blank face...
No q
But I was a school boy...
Dropped out
There was other plans for me...
Was the change...
gotta know the truth what I did and who I did it for
Cause I put my City on out my City on and we ain't never gonna fall
Huh Kaydee Are KTB shit
Growing
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