Lyrics:
in the cut with a bad bitch, like I'm tryna buck fifty a whore (whoa)
I bleed anywhere that I go, better watch your mink, 'cause I drip on the floor
and tell shii
Homie was selling them packs, at the time I considered it
You bet not go snitch
On my mama, mama don't know bout that shii
Hanging with wannabe
Rest in peace to my brother Baby C
Christian Bailey
You'll always be my brother I'll always love ya
With my brothers man we tryna have some better
up bitch I'm rebooted
If I tell this bitch to go crazy, she go stupid
Ohhhh I'm back on my shit again
Getting money til the end , I don't gotta pretend
Oh you back again
I heard all my demons
Died in august
Now you laughing then
Who told you the joke
I'm tryna cop it
I keep boxing with
All the things
And now things changin' a lot, he fuck with my authority
Then he shall see shells
But not by the seashore if he gangbangin' or not
It's simple
you trying to do
She loving the crew and ain't fucking with you
I go where the hood niggas get into it
I go where the bad girls go shop
Every window
no peace
They did Mike wrong like Cochise ain't nobody getting no sleep
Now they sayin' we ignant, Buck is you rolling with me?
My hoodie on like
[Talking]
Yeh, you wild man, you wild
That's no place to meet a nice girl
You want to meet a nice girl you gotta go to nice places
Like church
I've been grinding every day
Watch a nigga make a way yea
I told my momma I got millies on the way
Lil cutie with that cake I just slay never ate yea
I'll pick you up when you fall down
They won't destroy the light they found
I need no introduction
By now, I hope you know
I've spent so long away
til' the news confirm it,
Go back to church, I could use a sermon, How it turnout is what Glu determine,
Forgiatos on a hearse, bitch I put Pucci on you
[Verse 1]
Yeah... KRS-One bout to wreck the joint
I was seen openin up at the edge of Detroit
Where the cops go beyond the laws
Where enemies work
no go fit to carry me to the promise land
Those with plan B, how life be ?
Laugh not over me my enemies
Though I fall I shall rise again
My faith is
labelled scum by my neighbours
But my young bucks still call me the saviour (the saviour)
We man ain't done favours (favours)
You can all thank me later
even flirt
See me with the kind of girls you never bring to church
Always got a pound of pearls they popping in they purse
I might go and tour around
Gangster of love
I've never been played by a ho!
If the bitch is acting stupid,
She's got to go!
Some mutherfuckers [missadden']
If she fucks with
isn't luck
I'll write your name in your blood then i'll put it on the walls
I'll leave your momma, brother, sister crying holding you in arms
I wanna hear
no rescue (yeah uh)
Smoke got me faded, smoke got me jaded
Liquor the devil that shit got me wasted
Rick Owen boots with the big ass laces
Bitch i got
a 910
Gotta keep it real ian buyin it
Gotta move on like a fresh wind
Man I hit the spot call me Big Ben
Ain’t addin up man you cappin bad
Go to church
by, uh yuh
Mastermind, I told 'em how to move and they get agg'
Ran up with them specs, he on our spot, he finna lag
That popping ain't no party, it's
can't catch me plus my flow is nasty
And my name is vulgar
YBN, go and try again, we be the flyest friends
I do my thing
Plus I pull some strings just
of Neak know what I'm sayin? This is the real, church is on the move and I represent the Go-ILL, Ism, yeah rest in peace to Tim(buck2), CHUURCH!
what I did again
We the hooligans outside of school again
Sayin don't be a fool never follow rules again
We the bad boys bully with the fully that
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