Lyrics:
get on this album
I can't be late man what you mean
I can't, I mean I turned the album in cas
What you really want me ta do
Naw call that nigga
I said, what you talking about
Yeah I make my mistakes, but still I work it out
Yeah I've made my mistakes, but still I work it out
Yeah I've made my
the world go have temptations
Had some trails and tribulations
Never seek validation tho
But still want some to tell me I'm the goat in the making
I took
just
If I could just see you
Can't really say what you mean or what you want over the phone
I swear I miss you
You done heard it ten times or more
brown and my gang is deep and my cash is spilling
"Dilly, dilly!"
Tell them frat boys to stop fucking with me
Three drinks in, I promise, you don't want
Just a little bit
Does he still like to go down by the supermarket
If I could just
If I could just see you
Can't really say what you mean or what you
That's the price you gotta pay
Take away by signs of whips
I'mma just plain old me at the end of the day
You can say what you choose
God gonna see me
where white folks ain't want us to eat
At the tender age of six she was arrested for the sit-ins
And with that in my blood I was born to be different
I see you, yeah, check
Gettin' bullied, don't walk up on me 'cause the clip is fully
Niggas pussy, don't want to push me, I'm like, "Really, would
you're only one call away
And all I gotta do is wave
I'm waving
My white flag to you
Nothing gon get in between me and you
Plain and simple
Gotta let
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
Don't huff, don't puff
Do you want to see this come down
Well I don't
Then explain, don't complain
Don't you give me this schtick
That there ain't anymore
white cup (White cup)
All i do is ball and stack up
I'm tryna stack 100 fucking racks up (Eyy)
Who really speaking facts, with no cap, that's us (Eyy)
b****es if you want em, pick one
She told me she don't got no t****es, I told her go pick one
And I like b****es by the two's so if you comin, bring one
Ok,
Ice Cube shit, fuck the po-po
No, Ice Ts, Coco logo for that bobo
So road, roll on the low low
I know most won't pose for the photo
Boardroom full
White rolls wit the red lipstick I be clowning
I buy her whatever she want when she pouting
I really be putting that shit on wit no stylist
Rolls truck
the person they wanted to hurt enough. It hurts their friends and themselves more more. So when you look at revenge
and I want you to look at every revenge,
If you really wanna know what the bad thing is
I've been doing the exact same shit
I can't help what the code I live by
Get money fuck bad bitches get
what you know in your heart to be true
Can't make you grow into what hardly is you
Keep playing by the soul and not by the rules
Refrain when the dos
some brand new white Air Forces I'ma wear them t'il they gray
I'ma take it all with me you can come get it at my grave, ay
Woke up by the beach, I see
treated me like true royalty
These things I write
I write them because I miss you
And not a day goes by where I don't pray I'm with you
And still sometimes
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Would tell you don't really want be the truth
Let me hit you back on my government phone
Still a hood nigga, whatcha want
What is it to be
A sense of security
Or do you want to feel
Free
Free
They tried to wake us but we're sleeping now
Don't really ever want to find out
really want is for you to be here too
The years go by so fast
I thought they would last
But now I'm dancing with
The Ghost of Christmas Past
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