Lyrics:
drove by his house, so who you tryin' to dial
If you're lookin' for an answer, you're probably gonna find it now
And to the man in the hat standing
And that glock gotta flrrd
That's that mf switch
Man these boys ain't on s**t
They be cap as a b***h
Ran this s**t up by self ain't need no hand outs in this
jechać, gnać
c G
By oszukać szczęście swoje.
H e
Górę złota Tobie dać.
The F.A.H
You'll see why
Q.U
Double E.
N
Is the reason I must be myself
What else?
Well fame hasn't got me
Souped up
Selling out
Sloppy or poppy
trappin' by my old school
But now I'm makin' hit's off of Pro Tools
(off of Pro Tools)
Found out I took yo' bitch
But that's old news
Now a nigga up, she
Said it don't matter how I start the lecture
Cause by conclusion you confused just looking at the letters
H i z z y, followed by OG
Question
Really was a fool
Should quit and just focus on my school
School comin' first styll was my rule
Instead I use my tool
Mark just mii sip but I can...
U
and help them get on by
Replace this chair from back when Biggie Smalls was still alive
To all the grantors, the foundations and the trusts,
We've got
and can't break out of it
We're insane the so called H-U-MAN
I just can't do it for the views, although I have all the fucking tools
And all the way that I
curbs, wall rides and big hills that make you drool
Scooters make for perfect tools
Catch a ride for a thirty foot tailslide
Or off-road for a dirty
I know you a bitch, lil boy
So don't even trip, lil boy
I'm just tryna get rich, lil boy
I'm just tryna hit a lick, lil boy
That thang by my hip, lil
meat, drink skeet like protein
Trigga Maxo C, Mexican OT
Zaza pounds of the loud get 'em OT
Drank by the case, took a pint to the face
Like P. Diddy,
through with the tools and Glocks
Party don't rock like it used to rock
Back door, nigga, I refuse to knock
I beat a nigga up up out his shoes and socks
M'ybelline
B'by youʼre ' m'ybelline
Why wonʼt you believe in me
I know th't youʼre 'fr'id of me
One d'y youʼd be le'ving me
Donʼt you try to t'lk me
by
H3srisen
And you know what comes next
Man I gotta show the S
I'm going by the book
I'm going by the text
I was going mad but in the Lord
I found
ay
Ay
Drew
I'm a H-U-S-T-L to the A
Smoke that, a nigga gotta grind all day
H-U-S-T-L to the A
Smoke that, a nigga gotta grind all day
Solo jumping
Someone help me! I'm dying !
I was created by a man
I don't have a Heart
Can you here me?
Please,Save me I wanna be loved by Someone
I'm a robot. I'm
by my side literally
So i guess we leaving people in the dark figuratively
Can't get any realer than me yeah
Cause i'm high in the H
The weather
for the eighth time, eighth time
Baby say I
I'm the coldest nigga that you ever came by
I'ma get inside it, even if it takes time
It's just something
Give God all the praise He the most high
Whole squad whip fresh to death this a ghost ride
Walk by faith not sight might go blind
Got the Holy Spirit
me? They all conspiracy theories
Worthless, like testing Ev' defeats the purpose
Since the beginning, intrigued by pot and attentive women
Have been swallowed up
By a cuddly group
Who land and rub off
Hoping that
Whatever it is
Will land and drop off
I met a hero of mine
I shook his
thing I've lived by
And it's so real"
A little "G" to the "H"
"E" to the "T"
"T" to the "O"
Now tell me what you see
I'm just ghetto
I'm just me
why mine are fresher, word for word
Letter by letter
T H E S, E M C S, chat a lot of BS
Oh yeah PS
He said that he'll spray anybody in the face
While
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