Lyrics:
a family in time, and live a long life comfortably
Grow old surrounded by the people that have loved me
Thats the shit I beg for, hoping that I could've
I'm from the Chi, you know the town
Like Young Joc and this bitch is going down
Louis Down, Old Money, Hubie Brown
Shorty got a Gucci gown
I can't
replaced it with game
Only cared about, sneakers and two-two bullets
Influenced by the hood, wasn't scared to pull it
Dared to do what I would
First
from my heart
many tears
are part of your waters
wise old river never bothered
I lay my weary head
on your rocky bed
a soft breeze is in the air
another
They don't shoot back, one shot, close range, red dot
Head tight, yeah, I did that, yeah, I live that
Call a Uber with my shooter, with a Ruger, we
Good head all of y'all clown but I love her from the top down
Steady drowning in all gold, old soul feel like pac now
Homie pop another rock now,
Good head all of y'all clown
But I love her from the top down
Steady drowning in all gold
Old soul feel like pac now
Homie pop another rock now
Gonna
the sticker with the sick fillin
Vik sta
He stacks chips by any rich way
And keep black lips fuck what any bitch say
It ain't no time for no tip or tatt
That go to show this ass
Kicking ain't gon bother nigga
Cause it's right back where
You started nigga
Being a son of a Harlem nigga
Now you was made by
the prison of the night
Until bursting forth from rocky chains
The valley floods with light'
Living one long sunrise
For to me all things are new
I've
Yo, Houston to Earth
Watch the ripper crucify you with verse
My urethra to ya uvula, quenches your thirst
Put your flames out with dry desert dirt
wave, the old wave, Hov, Fiddy Cent, Tech N9ne, even if he's choppin his best, Big Sean, and anyone around Ye West, Aesop, ASAP, wouldn't be a test,
vital
And that girl in the back DAMN, I might recital
Lately I've been dreaming about touring major cities
But I'd rather stay at home and lay my head
Well, we'd all head to Waco, for the birth of our Lord
My folks and my brother in an '82 Ford
We'd pull in the driveway filled up with cars
Old
Well many a man have tried
Though few have come to see
Standing on a rocky ledge
Staring out to sea
Fate takes you by the hand
Wind sweeps you off
I'm really fascinated by your mood swings
Love me then hate me (IV SOO)
Never been friendly they know I never Been
Verse
Know I ever been friendly
They don't shoot back, one shot, close range, red dot
Head tight, yeah, I did that, yeah, I live that
Call a Uber with my shooter, with a Ruger, we
Christ gang that's my clique, I'm a old head but still, get
On fire, like Limewire, I download that realness
Step, back and I need, room, for lost,
with my old man mind
Inside a young man's body, third eye, third leg, bitch don't stand by me
These are not Versace
They still pulled up on my Drake
he ain't even sleep
Say Boosie chill wit all that swervin' too much dope in here
Nigga slow down you betta think about Big Head and Pimp
Y'all want
the cat, and
Soon I'll attack, clock, ticked its last tack, shoot the
Rules in half, think and I get moving stat
It's a Houston blast, tune the dials up,
1-9-9-Oh, I was 5 years old
When I first fell in love
Undertaker's debut
Survivor Series pay-per-view
November 22nd, that's when it was
Awww what
fly by ya
Call it what you want
But the Lac stay way liver
Boppers all on my dick, with the trunk up
Beating up the Boulevard
With the beat pumped up
now they seeing tweedie circling their booboo
Face sprayed like graffiti
My right fist Basquiat
Left hand Banksy
Loved by the youth. Old heads can't
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