Lyrics:
Yeah
Yeah this the one
This is what I’ve been taking about
Man shoutout Bobby
Man I've been working on this for a while now
Motherfuckers might hate
We'll start - we'll start all over again
All over again - all over again - all over again
I'VE GOT A PLAN !!
Can't you just see it ?
Civilization
take care of everything
Just concentrate on what I'm about to do to you
Chorus:
I got cranberry and Grey Goose
Sip if you want to (Smoke out if you want
it
Pay attention to Prince and pushin' everything about to pump it
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch
taught, just a bunch of lies?
A whole lotta nothing, you know I've got some questions
Questions on my mind, questions on my heart
Teach me how to love Lord,
fat
I'm eating real good
And I know about the streets
Cause I'm a old school
I got real dawgs in the street
Who just need to eat
Watch yourself
ain't got nothing to do with the streets, man
That shit is a way of life, you know what I'm saying
That shit is all about your mental capacity
I'm
these streets
Taught by these streets
Lived in these streets
Hustled in these streets
Arrested in these streets
Protected by these streets
Yeah
in these streets
Taught by these streets
Lived in these streets
Hustled in these streets
Arrested in these streets
Protected by these streets
these streets
Taught by these streets
Lived in these streets
Hustled in these streets
Arrested in these streets
Protected by these streets
Yeah
Yahweh
Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist
Niggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space
And I just might be in
the hearts is chrome
Always did this shit by my vLone, yeah
All I've ever known is this money on me
That's just how it go when you on the home team
These
It away
I've been giving everything that I got
And you be turning me away
It away yeah
I ain't even got more to say
I got my mind on my money but
You
not working B
Well who you herbin' be? You ain't serving me
Well my crew got it hot like Mercury
GREEN: I've got my suspicions
They made your mind up
Twenty-four seven
I've been working overtime
Ain't got that much to show for it
Still had to sell my soul for it
Just to get by
Twenty-four seven
Found myself in a strange town
Though I've only been here for three weeks now
I've got blisters on my feet
Trying find a friend in Oxford Street
Found myself in a strange town
Though I've only been here for three weeks now
I've got blisters on my feet
Trying find a friend in Oxford Street
about why I'm so angry, but that makes me angry
Now I'm stuck between anger and responsibility
But I gotta do what I gotta do,
No time to pout, I got
the best can solve the puzzle
And see the truth hidden by the youth through Bluetooth
I see mad bitch ass rappers talk about mad bitch ass hoes
I hear them
runnin' when it rains, too late to catch the train
The work just has to wait
Most of you i've learned to recognize by sight
as you walk by
I write down in
lockjaw
They ain't got nothin' at all, then we gone
Bro', you lookin' at the gods
In sync, don't blink
I'mma make this country fall
Bro', just watch how I
And I'ma be that homie through absolutely everything
No respect, no shit, in turn I get nothing
But used up like a kitchen rag and then just thrown away
I've been worried about my son and his damn health
My babies breathing more important than some damn wealth
I've been winning against the world by my
sing
While I wipe down the awning
Hey y'all, good morning
Ice cold piragua!
Parcha
China
Cherry
Strawberry
And just for today, I got mamey!
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