Lyrics:
And I wanna show you how you all look like beautiful stars tonight
(beautiful stars tonight)
You've got the feeling
Oh you sounding good
I've got
mad sun is shining over here
Oh baby you know I'm a living legend
Veteran status I leveled up
Controller broke so the game over
Beat the series got
the clouds on loud
I got raised by the blue street lights of four cities
My heros died in prison: George Jackson
Action, she's Buttaflyin, I'm cool eyein
And I
man?
Duffle bag forever
Just left V Live
Atlanta could never die as long as Tit alive
Yeah
Look, I got a big amount
I think I'm the biggest out
spot by just givin' in?
How you gon' treat this shit like you gon' get to live again?
How you gettin' hype off one hit? Do that shit again
How you got
the streets
They gon' say, "What
What the fuck started us?
And made 'em start it up?"
And look at me like I ain't smart enough
And everybody got a suggestion
y'all know that we done did it already
So I mean, save yourself and don't go through that shit
No matter how good I seem, I'm burdened by this pain
Let it
I over shine, ain't no niggas over Sean
Toll rollin by the quarter so I guess we're going overtime.
'Til we're Dumb high, dumb high
Westside, bitch
this hustla with street knowledge
9 to 5
Still fliping twenties on the side
Try to get by the feints
I'm making dollars out of fifty cents
Got
a pair of dice, life's crazy
So I live it to the fullest 'til I'm Swayze
And you only live it once, so I'm thinkin' 'bout this nice, nice lady
Wait, no,
as fuck if a nigga like me pull up in a Aston
I was like damn you be over east? She was like over there by Paxton
Take it back to the high school days not
lockjaw
They ain't got nothin' at all, then we gone
Bro', you lookin' at the gods
In sync, don't blink
I'mma make this country fall
Bro', just watch how I
post a lyric up, read it
See how you can't compete, royalty is how I should be treated
Like Michael Jackson said, beat it
There's none sweeter, I got my
down, pop trunk, I'm out that H-town
[Verse 4: Yungstar]
Out H-town, showing surround by sound
Yesterday y'all got mad when I shown nothing but round
I
down, pop trunk, I'm out that H-town
[Verse 4: Yungstar]
Out H-town, showing surround by sound
Yesterday y'all got mad when I shown nothing but round
I
these facades over & over
Like y'all relapsing
It's 'bout time to bring the real back
& show these niggas whose captain
Eddie Murphy how these niggas
they're trying to be my rivals while I'm trying to be Michael Jacksons
Nobody but me
Got myself if nobody got me
I didn't need your help I was overly
live by the gun
(W.A.W. W.A.W)
(W.A.W. W.A.W)
(W.A.W. W.A.W)
And you know I got these bitches on me
(W.A.W. W.A.W)
(W.A.W. W.A.W)
(W.A.W. W.A.W)
they love to dance
20 bands
20 bands
20 bands
I got 20 bands
Hating in my comments, actin’ like some fans
and my diamonds Michael Jackson, cause they
building up my stress until I'm fallin' over
Can't stick to one, I, hope you don't think we in love
Cause' that just means you got it fucked up
Tell her that
on wired
Look at my life that's triumph
Running till I see Zion
Break it down by the ion
Take back the kingdom that's the time I'm on
Mind Over Body,
And then I went got locked up, every night I dreamt I broke out
One Time for them pussy niggas, that's that shit I dont like
We eating over here nigga, fuck
Never talk to the cops, I don't speak pig latin
I turned the pen into a motherfucking Janet Jackson
Tell the bitches that be hatin' I ain't got no
to the cops, I don't speak Pig Latin
I turnt a penny to a motherfuckin' Janet Jackson
Tell the bitches that be hatin' I ain't got no worries
I just wanna hit
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