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Speedin on North road always lookin in the rear
I'm past that now and my vision is clear
Always movin forward no bad energy is near
I got no social
double cup
Man I need a big Ol' bag
Gotta bust down the wrist and I pop these tags
I'm like Ricky with the point I don't zig or zag
And I'm coming from
Yeah, Yeah
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Bad b foreign and cute
Like lemme show you my way
10-10 reefer in her zoot
One eye Closed that's Fetty no Drake
Smoking
double cup
Man I need a big Ol' bag
Gotta bust down the wrist and I pop these tags
I'm like Ricky with the point I don't zig or zag
And I'm coming from
the one but I'm to blame
Now I’m done I’m so ashamed
You were bad for me
And I was good to you
And I was blind to see
What you needed
From me
And I went
Bad bitch move it for the bands
Got that ass shaking with her hips in my hands
Got a phone call from a couple of her friends
Call me that nigga,
Everyday felt like Halloween, this in between
In every way, I would run and hide what you meant to me
Well I'm awfully bad at communicating with you
and my dawgs be paper chasing
Dreams too high.
Too high
I got all my dawg by side
Right now
We are all high
Dream chaser
Now I'm global
Paper chasing
Boss
stuck with that wrench
Back in the day we was Bruce and the joker but now you the man at the back hoping I'm in a trench by
Plot on me, I know some goons
trim bad bitch dont die today
Hopping out them rides with fye on side im tryna blow a mind
These 223s it hit his face it might just hit his fucking eye
Cartier my lenses got me feelin' like I'm Vince man
I was down bad, I ain't even take a L since then
I've been in my bag, all I've ever done is win
a man's whole life flash by
From a young boy full of pain, full of pride
I'm a victim but I hide in disguise
I've been poisoned can't you tell from my eyes
I'm the man with the pen on point
Used to ball I was the man on point and guarding me not a choice
You had to be on point, cause i'm stressing the point
high man
I'm just a young boy, snot nose, hair nappy
Cops ride by squeezin' their trigger fingers at me
So I would go to school and try to get good
life to be a fucking movie
Every time I go to shows man I see me on stage
I think that if I'm doing music I'ma be ok
Tear a flow up, blow the club up,
around heard him and come down
To watch make the coal-steel ring "Lord! What a swinger!
Watch him make the coal-steel ring"
But the bad boys came up
the bad man down
You're in the war but the end is in sight now
The enemy is unguarded
So let the motherfucker know his time's run out
Burn the house,
can't seem to find my penis
Coulda got bit off by a mutt god knows I'm libidinous
Never mind found it lasted about ten minutes
I get high off disabling
Well I'm branded wherever I go
Trying to outrun a bad story everybody seems to know
Might as well be wearing a ball and chain
Cause everywhere I
As we get on the proceedings this evening
Ha-ha, it's Koopa nigga, it's Koopa nigga
Hey man switch styles man, stay switching styles
You know I'm
can solve it by saying I'm sorry
Maybe we can take it back to where we started
I miss your kiss
Long for your love
One month without you, is more
death than living here and now
They haven't found it yet
I need a man who knows what I'm really worth
And I don't give a damn about life after death
Man I was hopeless
Remember being down bad in the streets
I was the brokest
But I was on my 10 no matter what
I kept my focus
In and out the booth I'm
friend
There was a time
When I trusted myself
Got carried away by the sea
And in front of me
The sun was shining
Burning all the bad things behind
A path
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