Lyrics:
close to you right now, it's a force field.
I wear my heart upon my sleeve, like a big deal.
Your love pours down on me surround me like a waterfall.
you lucky
Seem like I'm trendin just Captain America
That's why I'm strong armin' niggas like Bucky
It couldn't be me
It couldn't be me
It couldn't be
and help clean it out with me
after a while, it all feels the same
Age is a number and life really is just a game
And I'm hanging on by a string
I
back in nine-three
Niggas couldn't fuck with me, sipping 'gnac since I was little
Laid back in a rental
Mouth shining, Eddie's gold caps all up in
your jealousy as you're watching (I see you watching)
You're watching (it's all good)
It's kinda sexy to me (I love it)
How you're watching, you're
It's on like Donkey Kong
You wanted that fast buck
Now I gotta light that ass up
The nigga with the big fat trigger
Don't test me, gravedigger
died
Before all the dollars and nines
I knew that I was goin' somewhere
Let me take you back in time
(1970 somethin', 1970 somethin')
Before I even
It's Gucci Mane and Bruno
That's one dynamic duo
A lot of women want me
But I'm in love with you though
Your ex is unimportant
That boy can't
to the shacks of Park South
While I'll be outside slingin, you're always high
And don't come around to the crossroads of life
We're to the death, you and me, this
'm out Gert Town
I fuck with that Grove too
By the Melph between the Ave, catch me in that hole too (rathole) I'm on go, pockets runnin', got dick like
It won't stop
You can't fight the feeling
You can't fight the feeling, no
Uh, and I keep a couple most dope homies by me
So there ain't too many
clothes
And girls - I love 'em when I meet 'em
Might eat 'em
But when they act up, it's like Turner Tina
Don't me get the burner
Catch me in the low
what party was the best of the boys
Tell the brother good old days
When you could dance the night away
Someone give me a time machine
So I can live just
duck for cover
I come with a chrome y'all can makin' hoes pay the cost
Infrared to ya head full of lead yawkin' lames
You can betcha by the dollar
the man that he was meant to be
There's a little boy I know
There's a dreamer all alone
There's a man I love and know
He came to me from Syracuse
He'll
take that)
Long Beach is on the motherfuckin map
The city by the sea, R.I.P.
JD (that's me), you know about the LBC (uh-huh)
My niggas love
twisted how can us hustlas maintain and relax
When these killas out here snitchin' bendin' conas fa cova'
Just remember tell my motha' I love her, I love
I went to Staten Island
To buy myself a mandolin
And I saw the long white dress of love
On a storefront mannequin
Big boat chuggin' back with
I went to Staten Island, Sharon
To buy myself a mandolin
And I saw the long white dress of love
On a storefront mannequin
Big boat chuggin' back
the good in me
Ain't satisfied until they see the fool in me
(And I) I know my business, so my sins great
(And I) I thank the hood for all the love they
An opportunist after bigger Portions
Tho some couldn't relate I ain't Mission aborting
Cause this minimum wage ain't Gone take me to fortunes
Independent
said I love your family they sure are funny
You know I hate to ask but can
You loan me some money
Tryin' to get a grip, tryin' to get back on my feet
betcha, it gets me
And every time I hold her hand
I'm just too shy to say the things I plan
Every time she's close to me
My heart is filled with ecstasy
If my father could see me now, hunched over crying.
Rain on my windshield’s the only thing drying.
But he’s gone, he’s gone.
But I remember his
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