Lyrics:
will be okay yeah
So look where bein' real has landed me
Fake-ass friends and backstabbin' families
Fuck it from now on, my new plans'll be
Do me without
nose was stuck to my padres
Standin' over him shakin', kid, screamin'
He slapped my girl, that's the reason why I was f'in to lean I'm
Everything got
times?
How many times I gotta tell your ass to come over?
How many times I gotta tell you I got a chauffeur?
Think about it, think it over
Everything
tell your beauty stole the show
But little do they know your personality is more
And everything u are is what I need n nothing more
I'll be the man
in me more, and your life'll be fine,
Straight up n down like a fuckin see-saw,
Strip frowns, pick up crowns, u know da kid,
Hit town, niggaz get
with the flow
He lit a fire down in my soul
Told me it shouldn't be covered Your fire's something to show
Until my blood runs cold
I'll do my best
eighty-
Seven, do that math, 92, don’t you be lazy
I’m looking out the window
Notice all the essentials
Of a block party that stopped for a second
Then it
New season still breathing
Must mean I'm meant for this
Y'all don't know what I spent for this
Blood sweat and tears expensive shit
I'd be remiss if
medicine I can't get in my head again
Call up beam
Fuck Fuck Fuck
Call up beam i'll have him light your block up call him edison
This a real trap you not
save us
Got it good
And tryna say we're on the same bus
You want say I'm being fake
I'll do what fake does
Remember we were all kids
And I would hate
the views
And these R&B singer women you called, all your friends choose
Kehlani hops on the news like it was somethin' to prove
Like me and her wasn't
the mood, I gotta tell the truth
Yeah, I'm in the mood
But that ain't nothin' new (Uh, uh)
They linin' up to shoot and still
I play by the rules but trust me
I'm staying high
And we staying on our stride dawg this be that weed n rhymes
Now I been chillin at the spot, ridin' low on the block
At the studio,
Wanted to be alone yea you can't even front it
But when you got no one to talk to
No one to call you
Is that your freedom or is it just awful
This what you
Aye
Smoke a cigar in the day by time it get night I'll be fucking a cuban
They keep up with my life like I'm Jesus hard to believe that I'm really
Guarantee I hit both, shit, who not?
You the middleman, sold bowls, never grew crops
They ain't even competition, think I need some new opps
Cut into your
by your side (by your side, by your side)
To your union (to the union, to the revolution)
And the hope that you provide (you provide, you provide)
them spots
Got the scale and that shit right by the pot
Young niggas and they gon'
Hold down the block (yeah, brra)
Got your bitch in the pawn
Buying me
I got a call, ""What's your plans for the 4th?"" I said ""Stay in,
It's really hot, ain't really got shit I feel like celebrating.
Kids in cages
are goin' out to
Black Tail, you're gonna be a star, yeah
I heard you quit rap, your wife went back to porno flicks
You turned drag queen, a call girl
Pro-black shampoo I suggest you
Don't fuck with me Mr. Wise when bustas realizing
I am unfit to be trying
I'm out to end a kid's career
So bring all your
Uh, big man on campus, ooff
My big brother, was good brother?
Used to be me and you, brother
How you doing brother?
How's your family, and your
the block, that’s a lotta talk
Dead bodies cooling off the hot sauce
Watch me pull up in a drop top
I’ma get a drop top
Took your girl number with me just
Kinda funny cause they fake it when they callin' you honey
On your dick when they think a nigga, might be rich
That's when I shit, cause I know you fuck
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