Lyrics:
hand in my stash spot
It's a couple rules that I stand by nigga, its a couple things about me that I can't hide nigga
Some niggas I was close to, iont
eyes for disguise, talkin like them white guys
Shallow demeanor, karma was the main schemer
What could be greener, when all I thought about was Beemers
back to our youth...
You exemplified what a real centered sister was i never
Thought twice, liked or even pictured love
Walks around the lake take this
model'
Straight criminal room full of bitches put my dick on the table spin the bottle bottle
Who gon kiss it (You you you you you)
You thought I would
say hi and I might say hey
But you shouldn't worry about what they say
'Cause they ain't got nothin' on you
Nothin' on you baby (yeah)
No' no' no'
we be boomin' it
You don't know about me don't be assuming shit
They'll never catch me I be maneuvering
Old Niggas really thought that they knew me
Yeah
You might want me explain about ile party ilifanyika jana
I never took drinks like Tusker, never took Keg, only took Fanta
Just met with Amanda,
Not taking L's
No room for defeat
Except it's you
Then Time to retreat
Everybody taking about
Luwa's concrete
Cuz I'm a mother fucking beast
What I eat
a streetlight
I could read it, it said:
"Please don't pass me by - I am blind
But you can see -
I've been blinded totally - Please
Don't pass me by"
I was walking
fuckin' mad at you
But if ya bitin' don't be frightened kid
I'm sorta likin' whatcha stealin'
Your open wound style needs some healin'
Checked out by my
my friend and my friend's name is Bob
Like the devil knows hell, I know Bob that well
Well enough to tell you 'bout his sixty-seven smells
Well enough
Fuss and fought 'bout, the shit I thought 'bout
You know whoever it ain't shit to talk 'bout (bitch)
Call you a bitch, then you just walk out
You
That's my friend and my friend's named Bob
Like the devil knows hell I know Bob well
Well enough to tell you 'bout his '67 smells
Well enough to tell
That's my friend and my friend's named Bob
Like the devil knows hell I know Bob well
Well enough to tell you 'bout his '67 smells
Well enough to tell
can't provide yeah yeah yeah
I been in the slow lane but now I'm about to shift
And by the way I heard you been talking up all that shit
That'll come
homies say I’m lame
Thought you knew this ain’t a game
Wrote my name inside the sky like this
I heard heaven’s pretty great
Sweet like Cherry Lemonade
I
to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell
40
And let's faff around
How could I ever go broke
When I'm changing my genre
From hiphop to drill (drill)
I'm cuttin off bits and bobs
You often keep
right now under the influence
But if you'd just torch those that say I shouldn't do this
Bob Marley'd out, at least 'til I'm back by the lake
But I
claw
And if you ever thought about crossing me you better jaywalk
And that's just me touching base
Huh
No baseball
Harder than ever
More pressure
By myself in my room I don't give a fuck
I think about my life and all the things I really want
I been to the highest peaks
I stooped to the lowest
autumn
When her daughter thought her batter could've been a little better
With a bit of better butter all the stress you put me under it's no wonder that
I
claw
And if you ever thought about crossing me you better jaywalk
And that's just me touching base
Huh
No baseball
Harder than ever
More pressure
make me come back with the
(One, two) uh, I thought ya knew
About my whole fucking crew! (What)
Niggas like you (What)
Don't know what to do when we come
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