Lyrics:
the lows
Circle boy they can't box me
Same story all these rappers got
I just made it out
They can't stop it
Grandma was rich
I saw a difference in life
One time for my Rebels in the BackWoods
Two times for the ones rocking Blue Collar
Three times for ones out in Turkey Ridge
And REST in Peace Pawpaw
heart thawing,
Swarmed by them boys in a Taurus, he got a warrant..
(Damn.. Unreal. Snake can’t stay out the cage long enough to get killed.. I guess
And you knew all the stories, but this sweet boy would never do you harm
You remember very clearly the blood with which you signed
Because the night gave
again?
How many hours 'til I rage again?
This is the story of a young boy and the page we in
Say that he off chasin' fame again,
And there he goes,
30 frat boys walk in collars popped
40 bangers walk in the collars drop
they stomped, its a romp
they about to call in the cops
then i come
50 feet Gimme 50 feet
[Verse 1]
Hey here's a little story 'bout a nigga like me
I fuck bad broads live large and drive V's
Some say I'm cocky and rude
sayin'
Verse 1:
I ain't tryna get cash, this task
Hate to make our hits last(the world)
??? the beats so fast
Your boy got whiplash
We got different
Well, the story unfolds with how she was raised to do what she's told by a man
Who wrinkled her clothes and folded her arms back to beat out her soul
Ford
"Encore, do you want more?
Cookin' raw with this Brooklyn
Boy" was playin'
I got this two step goin'
I'm lookin' marvelous
Seen her comin' towards
shade of sadness
Not because of things I've done
Or any of the songs I've sung
It's just the story of our lives
We wish we had this
Oh and I wanna
the story
I refuse to have the F.B.I. and police searching for me
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, woaaahhh
Was a renegade when I was younger but I've never been
'cause niggas ain't half of me
My life-story's like a dystopian tragedy
My mentality is money-orientated
I'm destined to live this dream for those who
I've been tracing your steps
Along with your dainty exquisite guest
Across mountain land and serpentining seas
These two have been on quite
ever understand
No
Metal bars run through my head
Twisted in the hands of the working dead
They're gonna sound off sound off to the right
Live it
as well be
It's what's next and shit
I live life filthy
We sexed every bitch in the gutter
Then we rob or mudda
Find a shutta
And shoot fo or fo each
Everyday I put the burner on the block
2 step verified by the time I'm walkin through lot
We never stop
Out here rocky, all my dreams are at the top
You
of shit
I live life filthy
Sexed every bitch in the gutter
Then we rob her mudda' find a shudda'
Then shoot both or each other
I blame it all on the people
[verse 1]
What do you know about having somewhere to go but nowhere to go deep down
I'm 18 years old, still nowhere to live, no I'm not no slag but
(Huh?)
Live my best life?
Never heard about it, nigga this a test drive
Meaning opportunity won't get by me
Heavily applying, crisp and nicely
Freshly fit
be your number two
Been said no feelings, then I caught feelings
Fall the wrong way, might catch your boy kneeling
And me isn't Colin, but me is
kno' what it is bro
It's BD Kid be home soon! 10 months
Lets go! man you kno' what it is
How long you been gone for now bro?
Sigh I been gone for 2
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