Lyrics:
God didn't pray for lil' Bang
'Cause I got murder on my mind, pussy, ain't shit change (skrrt)
I'm just loadin' up the car, nigga, where we goin
I'm the stereotype...
They think all black folks look alike
We either goin' strike or hut, hut, hike
Or up on the microphone makin' their neighborhood
brains and leave your foreheads dented
I meant it, me, I be the Blahzay lieutenant
Swingin' on MCs is like I'm goin for the pennant
(The more
searchin' for peace to ease my soul
I seen some things you can't unsee, it's fuckin' with my dome
Them cold nights in the bando, I was never goin' home
I can see future goals right in front of me
Look at her, from the south, now she on TV
And I won't, wont be judged by society
Hold it down, goin
did it for the love
Go ahead, do your thing, I can read like a book
Never judge it by a cover, How we end up in the covers?
Wasn't tryna be your lover,
Feels like I'm losing my mind
Caught up trying to count all these girls in my life
So hard for me to resist
When they walk by, they give me
Johnny's in the basement
Mixing up the medicine
I'm on the pavement
Thinking about the government
The man in the trench coat
Badge out, laid off
Johnny's in the basement
Mixing up the medicine
I'm on the pavement
Thinking about the government
The man in the trench coat
Badge out, laid off
store and then a motel
Call up your friends to just cover your trail
Not a word until the week goes by
You call me when you want some pie
[Bridge]
isn't me, I know I am something bigger
But who is it who knows ?
The answer's somewhere deeper
Lookin' at myself
And my self ain't going higher
Lookin' in
Baguette's baguette my wrist
Fifty thousand for that bitch
My nigga slimy than a bitch
Probably get you set up by a bitch
That Glock get to popping
it with
OJ and drink up the rest (Drink up the rest)
I am alone
I, I, I, I want a place to call home
(Place to call home) ayy you're not alone
I weep
for laughter
A time for mournin'
A time for dancin'
A time for throwin' stones away
A time for gatherin' them up
A time for embracin'
A time
[Chorus]
Fun Fun Fun kick the drumstick somebody's in love kick the drumstick Romeo's got a lady his poppa's goin' crazy [repeat]
I still remember
that will really know
My bad if i'm actin cold
See many thoughts its a lot
Sittin by the phone waiting for your call
Up all night contemplating all
flirt with me
Too much love goin' in the air
Ima do you right, Ima do you fair
Take away my soul by the way she stare
It's a once in a life type of thing
dreams, wake up to sweat in my sheets
And let me drink by myself, it's gettin harder to see
I got a second profile, so I can stalk ya IG
We haven't talked
isn’t fair
Caught up by the way you look tonight
Take grip of my hand and hold on tight
Tell me that you’ll make it all alright (Tonight)
Know I’m gonna
toting chop sticks goin live thugging on the gram on some hot shit
88 they gon kick the door on that cop shit dont give a fuck
Cause we gon get it back
See the people run and hide
By the pride, We can't reside
Take us back in time,You know
They tell us which way to go
Its gonna be a time, You see
umm
When you lower your back
It makes a nigga so wild, heh
A nigga so high, you know what I'm sayin'?
Pack up the room is she home alone grab
and out
At like six in the morning
Phone call
No mistakin'
She starts
Her head shakin'
Eyes open
Now I'm awake and
I'm gonna take it day by day
turn, until you turn insane"
Aching hours and aching days with the Idler, the Prophet and a girl called Rain
The Prophet he was smokin' by the well
.jpg/277px-Wiz_Khalifa_Stavernfestivalen_2018_(231822).jpg "Wiz Khalifa")
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