Lyrics:
I never needed nothing
What I want I take
Thas how you do it
Growin’ up in the bay
Raised by the village
Taught me stunt everyday
No matter how you
I never needed nothing
What I want I take
Thas how you do it
Growin’ up in the bay
Raised by the village
Taught me stunt everyday
No matter how you
broadie
My other homie is a slime
I got 8 watches, yeah my trophies
I was sellin' drugs up on your streets
And these youngins consider me OG
I recorded this
this motherfucker snappin')
Infrared beam, motherfucker
(Turn my mic up though)
West Coast
(Uh)
Let's Go
(Yeah)
Long Beach, motherfucker
Ay heard you want ass shots now I’m back on yo ass it’s not one picture of us and I’m glad
That was just proof of me looking an ass blinded by love
saved by grace
How could I boast on anything
I've ever seen or done?
How could I dare to claim as mine
The victories God has won?
Where would I
sparking' up in the bathroom
I lead by example I'm like a dad to him
Who wanna war, we won awards for the action - uh
On one accord, what's a sword to a Mac
full of emotions so when you sip
There's a red velvet tux and it's grabbing you by the hips
But what you scared for you already here so
You know what you
a fairytale as if it were made by Disney
Unconditional girl my love is never-ending
I can’t lie to you cause my love for you won’t let me
Ain’t no rush to die
by the water
Sun was hot
But you made it hotter
Found that shade tree there by the riverbank
Sitting there, our toes all muddy
That first kiss
of the sky
Moon shot when we fly yeah
Paper hand just might cry
Price could blow your mind
Won't let it pass me by
We on a all-time high yeah
We at a all time
Hello, how can I help you?
Hi, my name's Dave Burd, I have an appointment today
It's probably under 'Lil Dicky,' actually
I'm a, I'm a rapper, so
won't laugh at your looks
Your voice or your face
And by any number of bets in the book
Will be rollin' long after the bubblegum craze
You need
won’t ride
If shit when tits up boat capsize
He ain’t your slime weren't by your side when opps slid by
He was in the bed with your wife treating her like
every corner is death
By da hood where u at I'm on page by belt
What u talking where u at u got how much ok bet
Every day I'm getting to it what u thought
Soundtracked by that west coast bounce folk
Sidetracked by the hoes and the trap folk
Chiraq chief keef what was poppin folk
Started writing 16s by my locker
Multi when I die
For the quarter I run up a quarter million
In the gutter I hoped for a better living
And by 20 I managed a couple billion
I ain’t ever
tripping
Wish this could go back how it was to get all genie with it
Am I alright
Am I feeling fine
You tell me
Am I alright
Waiting on 'em to see that I got
when I was five
And left another single mother out here to survive
And how could somebody deal with that type of devastation
But don't forget that God is
away
And now I told you my feelings and I was clear with my dealings
How long am I supposed to wait for you to just stop concealing
What is inside
(people move)
On N on, on N on, they won't look back (and thought I've moved)
On N on, on N on, I won't forget
What it took to get me here,
How much I
throat
How I do function? How do I breathe?
I needed you more than I can stand
I’ve been here before with other friends
Well, I won’t live my life
Ruined
it
I come from the trenches, ayy
Niggas thought that I was kiddin' till I upped that Smith &, ayy
I be beatin' up the kitten when I'm fucking
freak and he twerkin her
Hard in the paint like Josh Smith, do not slip, I bang mine
I'm zone one bankhead shawty, I'm west side no gang signs
Pimp
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