Lyrics:
He wake up at the gates
I can't sleep at night
I hear them voices talkin' crazy
I be feelin' sorry for my baby
She don't know I hate me
Back in
Liquor for the pain, perc for the nerves
Baby mama tripping steady working my nerves
Remember posted up selling work by the curve
Didn’t have a job
back
Watch the way that I'ma get to that bag
Watch the way that I'ma get to that sack
Why they gon' doubt me, bitch I'm him
Okay, yeah
Get my name out
to be good""
Life goes by fast take it slow
One day you're young and the next day you're old
He used to tell me all this at our fishin' hole
I used
guessed this horrid fate?
All I know is I
Have to be perfect by Thursday
Perfect by Thursday
I rarely get to see him
And his name is all I know
He
I'm tryna run up a M in a week
Fill up a duffel with nothing but cheese
I used to spend all my money on G's
I'm in the studio rapping on beats
Kee
I left
Girl I'm like a tool grab me and use me
Where do you want me by the fireplace or the jacuzzi
I never slipped yo I got my grip like a handle
Got these niggas so obsessed (damn)
My pussy so famous, might get managed by Kris Jenner next (yeah, yeah, mwah)
He can't move on, can't let it go
correct me if I'm wrong but she needed her head detached
I said, "Bitch, I can't believe this shit!
Does he know you're pregnant? Is that his kid?
Look
So if you aint with this shit
To the split
I can fend for myself
Putting plaques on my shelf
Better keep going strong
He's drawn in by the chicks
me (me), he can buy 'em for you (you)
Word
Wale Folarin
Youngin' Supreme SB's, I'm a star in this mothafucka
Raw in this mothafucka, Vuitton
time I hear your name
I know how this must sound
But I know he's still here with me
At first I pretended as if I didn't notice
I thought that
fool, nigga need a wishing well
Keep trying me nigga, Imma call my personnel
Said he dismissed the class, Bitch I leave at the bell
Shawty living by me
Naptown he hates
Sit ups, in other words he never backs down
They hear him spaz out on a track now
Seeing it is a nightmare, like a mad clown
Don't ask how
playing on repeat
Making big plans, doing nothing for weeks
I'm like "Hey man
We ain't gotta feel so bad"
He's like "Amen
These are days we can't get
the hood where you get murked by your boys
RIP Mfundo, my nigga, they'll never hear your voice
I'm try'na tell the kids to go bigger and know they got
a week"
And Betty Coltrane she hid beneath the table
Well, then in came a sailor with
Mermaids tattooed on his arms
Followed by the man with
the pleasure of pretending
That she's sitting by the window waiting
For him to come calling
If I could fix me up a week of twilight hours
We'd sit
If Pirus and Crips all got along
They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song
Seem like the whole city go against me
Every time I'm in
to race me coast to coast
title for title plus a few C-notes.
Well I didn't hear anyone volunteer
so like a fool I yelled out from the rear
I'll take
bosses
These rich, powerful, common men
Making business, dealing death
She is shocked by reality
He is going out with "old friends"
Late in
God
I don't know but last night felt kinda odd
I had a dream, I seen Slim, he was by my side
He told me somebody fuck with me, it's gon' be homicide
hear I'm really coming different
And free my brothers getting sentenced, the other side case is pending
You selling drugs, he kill somebody, then he get
he try me
That shit he said off in the song
He capped, don't got no gun or body
I done smoked a wood straight to the face
That shit done hit my body
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