Lyrics:
everybody knows me
Track the package up it's been like 12 days
With my boys man I'm smoking on that purple haze
I've got hella ounces all of different strains
and Cuts`"
But they let him out without a doubt
Nothin-ass nigga, he straight ratted us out
[ VERSE 2 ]
But since he sang such a good song
The pigs even
stacks
Ain’t hit the phase where i gotta count that
Need my money with no doubt
Im bout take it all up to the bad mode
Oh.. Fuck you mean why im looking
Stepping on the break, you see me runnin' through the beams
Wonder what I meant by imma take you to the light
Taking effort, droppin sweat, no bite, no fight
up my dro
I got OG by OZ
That shit hella gas but it ain't for the low
Reekin of reefer, my eyes hella low
Dodging 5-0 with a car full of smoke
Inspired
fire, with some fuel i burn
Now the love that i get got me feeling so good
Yes I'm the man with the plan (Plan)
Started as a hobby now I'm making hella
Page
Yo, Wesyde, drop the rest of this track on 'em
I know you break down when no-one's around
Without a sound, forced to be yourself with no-one else
the man with the plan don't doubt me
Bro bro went and fucked up dat line
We set up in a different county
I've got sweet ones lighties
She gives good
the three
I done spent hella time, let my messages die
Thinking all that was popular fit me
Think we similar? Stop, niggas iffy
Ain't no way that an opp'll
if I'm good or not (never)
Especially if they ain't driven like the other lot (no)
I'm manifesting and the same cannot be said for them (facts)
They
even bro's still so you can just
Poke me back, my flow's like magic
You know the fact that I'm no fanatic
My bonus tracks are more dope than half of your
Earl, whassup Mayne?
It's yo' potnah Short Dawg
You know we come a long way baby
From the ground up
Oh they love the way us players ball
No doubt
ear
But I got both hands on the wheel while you got both hands on my gears
By now, no doubt that we were heading south
I guess nobody ever taught her
black and milds, drink Hella wine, guess you hate me now, Don't you?
Keep me in your dreams, in your Fantasies of me, rubbing all on you,
I got that good
This is a public service announcement
Brought to you by the good people over at Dreamville Records
"And so my fellow Americans
Ask not what your
Man I got me a bitch and she freaky
How she give me it's silly
Aye, Aye 6 feet
Need no one to protect me
On this track don't need a feat
By myself I go
that vocal track
Got a cold soul so I gotta cope with that
Got a bull by the horns, rose by the thorns and I’m bored by this track already
So I move it
seem to have, lost track of time
Those things in the past, weigh heavy on the mind
Just spit bars, hella punchlines
That shit can tire, it's too benign
a doubt
I gotta change the beat
I got a song for every cold player
Oh yeah, this here song is dedicated to any nigger who ever in
Life got his dick
Adventure seeker on an empty street
Just an alley creeper, light on his feet
A young fighter screaming, with no time for doubt
With the pain
that far
So stop wishing on a star
Its only one grand p, so honey do what you did on the night you creeped with
Me
Its no doubt I come real with that
that far
So stop wishing on a star
Its only one grand p, so honey do what you did on the night you creeped with
Me
Its no doubt I come real with that
that far
So stop wishing on a star
Its only one grand p, so honey do what you did on the night you creeped with
Me
Its no doubt I come real with that
ear
But I got both hands on the wheel while you got both hands on my gears
By now, no doubt that we were heading south
I guess nobody ever taught her
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