Lyrics:
Ren, playing to win
(he got the) coke in hand, (I got the) juice and gin
Same shit you was fucking with way back then
We keep it cracking from
Ren, playing to win
(he got the) coke in hand, (I got the) juice and gin
Same shit you was fucking with way back then
We keep it cracking from
His a love like no other (Yeah)
He's closer than a brother (Ok)
That's the love he wants us
To give one another
See I have some battle scars but you
she let me in, I'ma own that pussy
Gon' throw it back and bust it open like you 'posed to
Girl, I got that dope dick
Now come here lemme dope you
your head
I’m coming back for your head
What that lil rapper just said
What that lil rapper just said
...Nothing he’s dead
Bang Bang
some shit cut back on
I gave my Momma some money
So she can go out and gamble
God only put on me, what he know that I can handle
But it's the first
made
Spade met a singer by the name of Ella Mae
She had a pretty good voice but a prettier face
He asked Ella Mae to sing in his band
And later that
the pieces and rebuilt his house
Started to spread again by word of mouth
Brick after brick he slowly rebuilt
With ah point to prove another beat got killed
He
We'll sport like new garb
We're bondservants of the Christ of the cost
The true God
The Father brought us back
He devised the plan
That His Son would
the life of another girl damaged by the system
These foster homes, I run away and never do miss 'em
See, my hormones just run away and if I can get em back
back
When the shit goes down
If he drive
I ride I ride
I’m by his side
If he die
I die I die
Cause I’m loyal to that nigga
Y’all don’t get the picture
What up RH Quan what up Guwop baby
Oh my God I'm trippin', oh my God I'm lazy
You's a bitch nigga, I'ma rich nigga
Make your wish nigga, I'ma prince
Said He coming back on the way now
I don't when, any day now
Better leave the toys on the playground
You still think it's yours you can take
Up, up
coming back again
Ya double crossed on a nigga, we hit em and it ain't by accident
Throwing new racks again
Blowing through stacks again
Hella new
owed to me (Owed to me, owed to me)
(Yea) I sat there and listened to every word he told a G (Told a G, told a G)
A little nigga coming up a young
back next
Thats called the gospel it's what we're called to preach from the text
But on these churches stage today
Ive seen everything from Dr's
Gospel on my back
Like a jersey, I don't keep score, not influenced by the worldly
Practice makes a curry, so I'm shooting for the stars
Scoring on my
The candles matches whooof he’s back now
With Madrox, Blackfoot back to black out
And when you're coming back to reality blowing out the candles it be Nos
(When I'm down)
When I'm down, you'll come and cheer me
(You'll cheer me)
And when I'm sick, you're coming by
(When I'm weak)
You'll come and you'll
nigga, I kill a hoe
If Shorty be ain't funky when he play that bass
You can reach right back and just slap my face
And my nigga PeeWee is no singer
He
a blessing to know I'ma make it
One day I know I'ma win me a Grammy
Sometimes I be feeling they don't understand me
But I know that God got my back (he do)
God
me coming for ya
Hear me coming for ya
By fire by gun u see me coming for ya
This is the zodiac killing dig these sound cloud rapping pigeons
Turned
Life handed me lemons
I jump back in the public eye and squirted lemon juice in it
By now you just wish I'd fucking die but I electrify
Get
Beach (the town by the sea where niggas know me).
Coming from the East Side...
You're fucking with The Pound, oh nigga please,
see-O-B.'s can't
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