Lyrics:
hugs forced hi's each time they walk by
I seen my homie Hindz stabbed in the back
by those she cared for
Always there for therefore
My trust expensive
poisons
But you know he'll find a cure
He's cleaning up the systems
To keep his nature pure
Learning to match the beat of the old-world man
Learning
poisons
But you know he'll find a cure
He's cleaning up the systems
To keep his nature pure
Learning to match the beat of the old-world man
Learning
to jack it up)
You'll be alright tonight
[Verse 1 - Wyclef]
To all the girls I cheated on before, it's a new year
Hey yo, dear queen, by the time you get
(Yuh, Yuh)
Money, drugs, sex, love
Hate, hugs, bars, clubs
Chasing, highs, facing ,lows
Getting, by, just for, show
Money, drugs, sex, love
Hate,
scheme
And flooding the bit streams with hit memes
We on the world wide web, interconnected
Consuming technology quicker than they can invent it
Blended
about it
Choppa to the bully when we land, that choppa nearby us
Niggas be tryna stand by us, just to get they level up
He hit the baddest bitch he had
(bands) bands
I keep a glicky right here by my side just in case a nigga wanna fuck up the plan
I am the (What am I, I am the man)
I am the (Yeah) man
I am
cavity
The way they throw it up
Give it up
The whole world's a laundromat filled with towels
Everyone’s their own Simon Cowell asking themselves if they’ve
up the bars,
Now you know what's next here comes the women and cars.
A street tax jumping off on one two fifth,
Inspired by the hustlers that gave me
it, I do it
Hang up on a bitch, call it crucified
Time to go to work, no suit and tie
Bumpin' Makaveli, I be trappin' at the telly
My nigga did
a lick
I heard she strip
I pick her up for the brain
I send her back in a Lyft
I put in work like its third shift
Over time this her third shift
Over-grind
great living up here
If you want my opinion
#Take a look around you at the World we've used to know
Does it seem to be mutch more than a creazy circus
Used to play ball with bare feet
Now we just takin' it easy
cll of my niggas Swahili
No we don't fuck with Polisi
Yeah, Third World Baby
Yeah, Third
Say the judge or the jury can't spoil this
Nah two thirds of the world's most loyalest
I'mma shoot em
I'mma pay the bail, I'm sure of this
I'mma kill
bringing all the heat
And girl when it's time I'll sit you on my throne
Ooo yeah it's the third time running
Belling up my phone saying that she coming
to fight ya, eat him up and cut ya
Beat the defeated, infiltrate our rifles
Sniper, you can't pick me out
Cause I'm on it, and now you're in my pocket
In my
admiring yuh tenderness (true)
Yuh Coca Cola bottle shape and all yuh cherry lips
And ah you alone mi wan fi hug, love up, and then mi kiss
And I want
As the world turn
Imma keep countin' this muthafuckin' money
Imma keep runnin' it up
Al Geno on the track
As the world turn
Imma light this spliff
had to survive it by the soundtrack made of our short lives
Making sense of hologram ecology
I'll be up crying, nursing into grace and
Hiding in
wrong that I been through lots but I could have called you to hit you up
Now the time has passed a few brawls
To get it at 'em I spend to ball
So Ima ride
when we had our son
I'm still, like
Fuck it, I'm still doing drugs
Mix up the lean with the molly and shrubs
Smoke me some weed before I sip the syrup
This is the end of time
Let's all hug and say goodbye
This is the end of time
We're all heavenward and weary (Uh, uh)
It's the GM
GM
GM
It's getting
Yeah
Young Khalifa and Bern
Real niggas in this bitch
Everybody drunk, the fuck they want
Uh
It's not a thing we can't afford
Walk up in
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