Lyrics:
I pull up paranoid on the board
I'm pulling down so hard and
I'm sipping on that bar, that's that drink
And my pocket's got a fat bank
And my
maybe I'm just ahead of myself
Let me slow down, slow your Camaro
I'm tryna catch up, I'm tryna jump your bones to the marrow
Got me under your control
taking your one's
Went from copping a bird now we cop em by the tons, ya heard?
I down henny till my vision is blurred
Shit I'm only trying to live it
Crime stories
You get, boy, no glory
Not in these crime stories
I'm tellin? you right now, no glory
Scene I
Too Big and the Hammer rollin? on a hit
be happy I made it
I'm that cat by the bar toasting to the good life
You that fagot ass nigga trying to pull me back right?
When my junk get
When I'm five
I will wash my face me hands all by myself
When I'm five
I will chew and spit tabacco like my grandfather jones
'cause I'm only
clothes
Always surrounded, by so many (HO!)
I'm a gigolo, always on the go
Everytime I turn around, I got another show
In the club, hit about three in
up my hand
He said I'm glad to see
They can take away my job but not my friends you see
And here I am
Just waiting for this storm to pass me by
and take us higher
Healing rain, I'm not afraid
To be washed in Heaven's rain
To be washed in Heaven's rain
Healing rain is falling down
Healing
[Featuring Steady Mobb'n]
Fast livin' got me trapped in this street game
Before i die i hope i have a chance to make a change
4x
I'm
Breathing down my neck and I'm sick of it
Giving up
Usually not my style but I'm nearing it
Sing it loud from the top of my lungs, yea
Hope it helps with
Hope I'm able to make this right turn right here or I'm fucked.
Lil' whodi that I'm with, ballin' up like a bitch.
Instead of tryin' to retaliate by
Music business litty but I'm workin' on the low
Man, these rap niggas be friendly, you just met 'em, now it's "Bro"
I just touched down for a bag
take is one to tha' head, bahdi-by-by, you rest
Solja-Rees and 'Bauds, that is how I'm dressed
I represent to tha fullest, nigga, in a Rolex
Roamin'
get my bread long
Smokin', rollin', totin' tryna put shit on channel 9
I'm quick to notice, let these niggas know it's time
They done lied to me,
Hallucination, no this was real
So real you never reach this
There ain't no teacher can teach this
Rough, smooth, tip that I'm on
By the time you get here I'll be
Now that I'm thinking sober
Don't you try to get no closer
I'm just gonna get my car and drive, and drive
Looking in the rear view mirror
Everything
So girl, go ahead and light that dope
I'm about to smoke it down to a roach
[Chorus]
Can I get a hit of that baby
Girl, I want your sex weed
Uh, dear Mr. President
Whats happenin'?
I'm writin' you because, shit is still real fucked up in my neighborhood
Pretty much the same way, right
Now I'm dashin' home
Doin' 85
Swervin' lane to lane
Wit fire in my eyes
I got a million thoughts
Goin' through my mind
I'm thinkin' about what
nothings gonna change
It won’t faze me won’t faze me
Time flies like a blink of an eye
I know that I’m hurting but got you by my side
Hiding when
Hardaway
Feeling like the Derez feeling fed up to day
Niggas gon' slick but it's never to my face
Gunfire, gunfire where I'm from
Siren sounds man down
a beautiful shame
I'm scared of being okay
'Cause all things change
But little by little, bit by bit
I push it back down with a new habit
If not for long, just
know the repertoire
Step in my car, let's start the menage-a-trois like Escobar
By far, I'm the best at all sex positions
Forget the kissin', I'm
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