Lyrics:
be trippin dont be doin no drive-bys
Cause we dont gangbang, dont wear blue or red
We like that fuckin green, papers what I said
Big Moe wassup, in
broke em all down and we all got high
And niggas don't be trippin don't be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like
step for black kind
Almost stopped believing in angels since they all died
Are you a rolling stone
Or a tumbleweed?
Photobombing our mugshots
While
"Fuck Kream" they know exactly where we be (exactly where we be)
Spice Lane, Stone Ridge, by the Mickey D's
On the same block where we lost Baby John
Made by Metallica not Judas Priest.
Lay beside me
Tell me what they've done
Speak the words I wanna hear
To make my demons run
The door is locked
Control the south side, her name rings
Lookout for the black cherry pussy extortion
Any other hoes get pregnant, bet they get an abortion
Back
Nigga back up (back up) back up (back up)
'Fore you get your punk-ass smoked
I'm back by popular demand and so
All black interior on the cherry red
popular demand N so
All black interior on a cherry red 6-4
Niggaz endin they career trying to shut me up
Acting like I traded in my khakis for a button
England
Sealed in a leather canister, the aged script was accompanied
By an ornate bronze key of unknown origin
The author of the journal remains
normally, but strange ringed like that in black.
It doesn't get much better, your voice can get just ripped up shouting in vain,
Maybe someone hears what
Control the south side, her name rings
Lookout for the black cherry pussy extortion
Any other hoes get pregnant, bet they get an abortion
Back
sleep, I creep, gainin' ground by the week
Ampex reels, makin' phone calls; I'm closin' deals
I move with skill, ride through Philly streets in Cherry
where, Black bodies hold, philosopher stones
Vagabond’s the Oroku Saki, Muten Roshi
Urameshi spitting spirits over them caster shells
Dwelling on that
hound dog fleas
Cock-a-doodle doo-doo and some hog head cheese
Leap out the room grab the old broom
Eat a watermelon and walk on the moon
Cherry coke
Yeah
Back on that shit I relapsed
It figures
They love cherry picking the facts
To me they love to subtract
All because I put the squad on the map
right
Got him in the Hell hole
Livin at the speed of light
Prayin that the time fly by so
He can see the light
See his kids meet a wife
All over a key
new bars
Influenced by many but I'm a whole new star, yeah
There's levels to this but I'm a whole new floor
They talkin' keys to success but I'm
managing(huh uh)
Resorting to funds yet niggas steady gambling(ok)
Phantom of the opera
Black Sinatra
Kentucky Derby horses sure to trot ya
Just for
joke
Boy ole Cherry ova there dont play by them rules the hottest song and ima make it go news
Cherry Palace Empire we sticking like glue
This a Leo song
the whips we go from black to white
I feel like I'm mike
Sike
We cut the lights
That's what we on tonight
With this new life we see them cherry lights like
chilling with my dad
Big bag of loud and Stone Love
Oi I'm young I don't need that stone love
Stop talking bout my man me and my man are not Kosher
Been
to be a rolling stone
When you're in my arms, you're home
Thumb and index by a thread, but you're still holding on
When you're in my arms, you're home
coconut rum with a lil umbrella
Game shooter, I take trips to the Bramuter so many cars
I got more keys than a computer
Screens fall like snow
and do a drive by
Charge me with gang activity
You seen that shit on Fox 5
Smokin' OG gas bag in my matte black Jag
Maison Margiela, my foot on the gas
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