Lyrics:
I do get back
Going circles to the past
Day then night then row by row
No to nor fro
No more time to look behind
To the street I go on blind
One
made it too hard, check our family tree
See you try to make a Snapple out of all them bad apples
Nigga enough
Leave you baffled and, gaffled
Shout out New York Bangers man
And To God Be The Glory
Thank you Lord
My heart was hard as stone
He gave me heart of flesh
Heart of flesh
My heart
Sometimes at night
The black sky shines so bright
Bring more light then the sunniest days
Don't you feel that spirit?
Dont you feel that spirit?
clothes
Always surrounded, by so many (HO!)
I'm a gigolo, always on the go
Everytime I turn around, I got another show
In the club, hit about three in
and kids wanna be just like me
systems tryna dig cause some shit wan indict me
I sold hella keys made hella cheese
and all my niggas what convicted felonies
my nose runny
Opened my eyes jjc... shits not funny
My life will be in balance by the day that I die
I hope whoever love me know
My death was not
albums in a row
Be like Too Short, baby, and pimp a hoe
It's so easy, if ya know how to get it
You'll never be another broke-ass nigga
We got top-notch
as a Black girl, yeah, it's hard living
And its double trouble when you're Muslim
Sometimes scapegoat, sometimes victim
But always othering when Black
the
Less I see a friend in me
Five point sharp as steel
That's heavy metal see
Cunning black hooded scumbag
Psychopathic tendencies
All you motherfuckers
the start with my keys
I hit her once then I'm leaving gang!
I just met shawty from the west side
We were chilling by the pool she wanted more
Now she just
over
Boom, boom, boom, boom
Ah, bend over, bend over
Indeed I am
Flossy like gangsta shit
I got pounds of weed and keys
Sittin' on G's
Catch
was on some eighteen a key shit
You don't want smoke, you wanna tweet shit, look
Push the Cullinan through the ghetto on some meek shit
With a R&B
on the topic, so stop and gimme my props, kid
I'm living large like a fat bitch
So get back, bitch, I'm hard to bogart, so the fact is
This young black kid
key
Cruising 'round the city, working hard need a milli'
Got her feeling pretty now she wanna pop a pilly (Yah ah)
Shawty why you playing with me
normally, but strange ringed like that in black.
It doesn't get much better, your voice can get just ripped up shouting in vain,
Maybe someone hears what
gon' get it by any means
How unfortunate, January the sixth
Federal officers, raided our offices
Making it hard for us to eat, and breathe, and live
gon' teach me morals with the oral, I just love to learn
Black hole killin', I ain't normal, you can clearly see
Needed every ounce of help, I almost got
clothes
Always surrounded, by so many (HO!)
I'm a gigolo, always on the go
Everytime I turn around, I got another show
In the club, hit about three in
[Chorus]
[Black Child + Charli Baltimore]
My nigga Ja sold more records then a {O.G.}
Ty flyin by in 'Lac truck like a {O.G.}
And Gotti's dough's
the 70's
Drop a set of the Daily News so they remember these
Black bastards, ruthless killers
Watch me thrill ya
Party killers, we won't die
Hard body bitch
Driving home she grabs something to eat
Turns a corner and drives down her street
Into a row of houses she just melts away
Like the scenery in
I'm here again bro
I made myself, how?
I am in no friends row
Russell never betray your soul
This sht is kinda flow
I’m not doing a fckin show
These
[Technique]
By dawn's early light
I shine brighter than the stars in the night
And 'bout ready for a fight
Come noon, I've consumed enough
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