Lyrics:
don't stop me
Pussy boy don't ever wanna see a madman rage
I don't love too much but Dej just got that stick inside her name
Stack that money up, stay
the way you players ball
Claimin that your mail is tall
Tell me is it true or false
I put my mack hand down ain't never been asound
I was havin
the way you players ball
Claimin that your mail is tall
Tell me is it true or false
I put my mack hand down ain't never been asound
I was havin
and to fail than to have never did
All my life been through hell its only right I’m lit
I feel like Pablo Neruda when I’m on my shit
I just pray when I make it
But instead i'm treating pain, caused by stress
Even had to see the doctor for meds, ahh
In room 5 steady sweaty and shirtless
It's not always what it
the river but I made it there
Daddy said if I didn't have it, I should take it there
I can't blame these greedy niggas tryna make it there, shit
You put me in
have it baby it’s all or nothing
I was broke ramen noodles and TV dinners for supper
Now I’m up so these hoes they flock to me by cluster
I stay focused
play the same
Come give it to me, yeah, oh yeah
Come give it to me, play by play
I could tell you've been bored all day
'Cause you're young and you
Dead Redemption like John Marston and crthur Morgan, from the dusk, 'till it's dawning on me, we could make a fortune, from the bottom, like a horseshoe,
I touch my toes
Don't have to tell him 'cause he already knows
Yeah I'm sorry I was late, I just didn't wanna go
Five fingers make me twitch
Six
be foreign
So when I ride by your bitch yelling popcorn
I get up under your skin
Yes I’m a fuckin' thorn
And they have a stash spot
And you just been
this guap up
Ever since a boy, shit
My mind's been my papa
The streets been my old head and
They raised me as a rider
nigga, attackin' ya.
These 4-5 hollow tips will have you backin' up.
I only do my dirt at night like dracula.
I'm wanted by the feds, these
real
But still, I guide them back
To greatness
Fake this
I could never
Too authentic
N***** beefing
With the boy
I let them
Marinate in it
Yeah, still my
real
But still, I guide them back
To greatness
Fake this
I could never
Too authentic
Niggas beefing
With the boy
I let them
Marinate in it
Yeah, still my
Self-checked by emotion
Bruh you got notion- this notice is high
Cause you about to step in the field
It could be eye for an eye
Speak only what you know
From up have a son truck and hit him with it
I told him not to do it
The nigga went and did it
He talkin shit about me dawg now he feelin a get it
Girl that's my word.
And if you wanna ride, then I just can't let it slide
If you plan to get me for all I got, you could start by spending the night.
(we the best)
Just pulled over in my 7-5
Big bottle on the dash, hope he let me slide
Got 20 in the trunk you can bet me 5
20 minutes in they dump
the soldiers and the boss to hide
They offer 3, and you know me, I'll offer five
It's just to force a vibe, you see my Morse is fried
Eighteenth hole mean I'll
eyes
It's taken me by surprise
Maybe it's in my head
Or maybe it's in my mind
You have to see it to believe it
Well that's foolish cause my thoughts are
my flashing eye
simultaneously and at any moment we could die
and so with urgency I keep a candle by my side
and watch it disappear and glow
'Bout to flip and roll on the five
Send me overboard goin' all night
She still got my heart
I only think about you when it's dark (no)
How could you
a blessing for ha
Candles lit while I burn oil
Traveling thru all this turmoil
Slicker den niggas wit perms Boy
Running it up tryna get EARN more.
Before Dey
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