Lyrics:
Back to square one
This shit for the fam
I don't have fun
I'm handsome
Money on my mind
I'm finna grab some
Your grandson
Finally got the light
I'm
did I stop giving a fuck bro
When I seen the downest bitches give it up bro
She call em daddy but she fucking with the kid tho
Said Fuck that nigga hit
lames up on the radio
I'm sipping on
I'm flipping on
Only way I know to get by
I made the beat
I wrote the rhymes
No ghost rider design
You ain't cop that
thoughts expressed to consume
Just as soon as we find grub don't mind the pub I'm straight see
Race me with a jim hat in the pocket, in case I meet
Bring it back
Know what scratch that, like "Homicide" fuck rap
Half the shit on the radio ain't rap
Wanna at me, go ahead I carry a bat
Don't think ya
this.
I close my eyes hopin it's painless
Just waitin' for the sound, ready to swallow too
But homie havin trouble with his follow through
By
to days i drank nesquik
By the pool right after school we vibing to the radio
I'm, 9 years old and malleable to anything i do consume
Death, fuck a funeral,
hand
With our pants saggin', skates in our hand
Now we're rollin' 3 deep and we don't give a damn
Bong tokin' alcoholics, the Kottonmouth tilt is what
not a race
Never been one for the pacing
Point me towards any competition
Imma learn what I got to and pull out an Ace
I'm just that type of nigga
Can't
on sentence
Nigga period
Smooth operator
Sinister kid
Got shit on lock but I ain't doing a bid
You dig?
Could give a fuck about a hater
who's just moving his
to the ground
Window's down and the radio up
We're screaming the words and we don't give a fuck
You could see us laugh and smile for miles around
It's been years
extra arse
Plug me in
I see you want to be down but you don't hit the liss
You could either give that or you can get with this
Man I promise just
bm dub send little baby to get her tracks in
Tell little baby that I love her
But she know I'm macking
Don't worry about it
Just hit the road and get
wanna be down but you don't hit the liss
You could either give that or you can get with this
Man I promise just to hit you with officialis
An' all I ask
don't fuck with niggas
Ain't fuckin' lil shawty, She fucked a few niggas
I'll never bother with none of you niggas
My brother a felon, He'll murder you
don't really wanna rock the crowd to be honest
I just want to know who am i before the day i die
Live life before i cry for forgiveness
Had enough
a causality (I'm a causality)
It's just a revolution of niggas who
Just don't give a damn
Never selling they soul or bowing down
To catch a couple grand
Last
bitches just like bush did katrina
Push her with the product like asbestos and FEMA
Ike and ms Tina, Magic nose like Sabrina
I got the pussy
and there that the sun don't really stop for no one
I been asking god if one day I could just be an old one
Despite the fears to come and years to yearn
I
fuck with the flow cool
This is deeper than loyal fans
These not radio hits I speak with a message fam
Pray on my down fall like I really give a damn
triggers to blaze ya whole block
Stick a plate in ya chest, give you, a grim death
don't, pretend to save I grade the skin flesh
My retinas steam but it?s
front of me
Maestro where'd you get all these dope rhymes from?
I don't know, they just come to me
You fucking with a crazy brother
I don't kiss
broke they laughed at me like I was the class clown
Now I'm getting that purple by the pound
Females want to smash me now
They see me in the Gucci
the pain
Life must be a game just one I'm struggling to play, check
Stuck in the cycle, spinning your thoughts like hearing a vinyl
Breaking the body but
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