Lyrics:
a gun it's old P, new P
Prob'ly layin' in the sun
Prob'ly on a PI, if I call you king
I ain't talkin' 'bout rap, nigga
That status go to BI
You can fuck
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
As for me and my house
We will serve the LORD!
Choose this day...
If you wanna continue
To live your way
Not hear what I say
Nor fear YHWH
Cuz you too
When the 9 mill starts unloadin
You better be watchin what you sayin
Cause niggas from 159th ain't playin
Trey's and 4's and houses start hittin your
long to sleep forever dreaming of only you
I'm lost
How many nights like this can I go through
(Marian enters laura jumps her
Nerves are on edge)
Oh
There's Still a long way to go! Now!
But as long as you by my side!
No worries!
Babe here we go
Babe here we go
Yeh!
(HOOK/CHORUS)
Yoooooou are my
the streets
Growing up I didn't know how much the streets will mean to me
Yeah, now where the fuck is my go getters?
(Not too many out here really 'bout that
true or false, you shouldn't have got involved
Remember, we walk past the teacher, take the chalk and laugh
We wrote punishments, I will not talk in
Gathering, we will now allow the beat to continue, and proceed to give
You more of what you like. This message has been brought to you by the
Makers
will now allow the beat to continue, and proceed to give
you more of what you like. This message has been brought to you by the
makers of the way we
might destroy the houses of your family (no-one else will let you in)
Or we might just kill you all (and all THEIR relatives and all THEIR relatives; ergo
and he's a cool guy
And you'll really need him, I mean need to really get to know him
Ladies and gentleman, from all houses, to all towns
From
I glide
And to the OG saga you will forever succumb
Your raps are hum-drum cause you're dumb
How could you be so illiterate to think that you could
to jail
For possession and sale
You know I ain't gonna tell
Go-on get me a bail
So I can go and grab these Ls out of grannies and paws
I got them hid way
inside
When you speak you send an instagram
The world will go on, the world will go on
From the beginning again, from the beginning again
Steered by
car
Cause yo' friend wanted to get drunk huh?
It's all good, 'cause there you go baby
Oh I ain't trippin' on them niggas callin' the house
It's all
brown boy Spitty
And a prince from Saudi
Better back up off me
Man this shit get crowded
We go stupid with it
Like we dropped out college
Boy I know you
the ball in the league (League)
You better not go outta bounds
How many drinks will take to bag a Bad bitch
How many checks will it take to Make me rich Rich
humans to selfishly gain
We seen the river dry up so no will can remain
Yall come and go like a social media break
You can't raise the bar, your punch
swerve
You say you wanna roll?
Baby we can ride out
We can drink mo when we get on my house
It's a quarter past 4
When we walk through the door
How far
lovin'
If your on your telephone
And then she lose it when you use it
If sleep, don't leave it on, nigga, for true she will go though with it
She call
stars on my travel plan
Grab my hand
You could say I'm moonwalking to Neverland
So pipe down or you're catching the smoke
If you wanna settle beef go
Ah man sad, sad song
Yo word Polo, broken heart ain't no joke, man
Yo, why don't you really tell
Them how you feel about it, man
Love is pain
Yea my mama asked me
Do I got my head on straight today
And my daddy told me
You go get a job or you gonna pay
I got nothing on me
Bossman took away
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