Lyrics:
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I'm young, fly dumb high
And a nigga 'bout mine
You know what's on my mind
And why I'm always on the grind
Cuz I'm 'bout mine cuz I'm 'bout
But it all was cap
Now she sound asleep
Smoke a pound of weed
I'm bout to wake you up
Like what you tryna eat
Thick as Meg the Stallion
Know you like
single, but I still can be hers (I will)
Like Keak Da Sneak, that's my word (that's my word)
Uh, blowin' like C4, need more, strip, whore
Sweet ones
to lose everything we got
'Cause all we really got is our word, word, word
The pen is greater than the sword
La, da-da, da, da, da, da, da
By
I'm talkin' bout freaks and talkin' bout sneaks
Switch em up from night to night
You don't know what I'm talkin' bout
Got the black, the white,
pick what chick fi'nna come home
I bet you gon' learn to day, how 'bout that
Walkin' up out of here by myself
I doubt that
Go in hop in that Challenger
I’m talkin bout.
My Draco Dripped out, you know what I’m talkin bout,
I’m planning another route, to empty this clip out,
Written by Gregory Dismukes
ain't talkin' 'bout them drugs
I'm talkin' 'bout that love
For myself and all my niggas
All my bitches and all my thugs, what's up?
'Cause I got
at his girl
I'm fuckin up his world
And she talkin bout his broke ass pockets
These niggas out here cock blockin
cock blockin
These niggas out here cock
faded (yeah)
I'm surprised that we made it (yeah)
Young niggas know the sky's the limit (A$AP)
All I ever wanna do is chill and get shaded (get faded)
Man i hate it when I'm in the club
Or out on the streets and
All these cats run up on me
Talkin bout what they doin, and
Who they set the liquor
the mass hysteria
I'm up in the club in my brand new stunnas
Had a seizure from the strobe so my moves got dumber
Keak da Sneak looked at me and said 'yo
'em with me, yeah
And I ain't worried 'bout no creature
Know you tryna sneak, yeah
They can't sneak up on me
Way I be like CP3, yeah
I'm a Calliope
take
(What? Ayy, yeah)
(Takeoff)
I'm shovin' this shit in they face
Then I go put that boy right in his place
They know that I'm havin' my way
add 'er all together
I ain't talkin' bout the drug
And you know it's orange juice
If they say a C-plus
If you think I'm a 50 then
You got no sense like
a wizard
Every award show, we don't even get considered
How do you sell somethin' that's so lyrical
To a kid that wouldn't know what was hittin' if it hit
I ain't got no regrets
And I ain't neva settling for less
I ain't tryna beef less it's bouta a check
Niggas sneak dissin talkin on da net
Tryna
So I'm popping off my shit legendary Kurt Warner nigga aye
I ain't got time for the sneak diss
Rolling through Oakland free Keak bitch
All my day ones
Yeah lovin’
Give you my trust and you just lock me out
See this the type of this I’m talkin bout
I give you my lovin
I gave you my heart and you
get caught wit a kilo
I'm jus tryna get rich and famous
I should put my shit on vevo
Only stitch fa da snitch and I'm not talkin bout lilo
low
Young nigga you ain't know when I ride I roll high, man
An' I ain't tellin' no lie, when this shit get in my brain
I drip the grain and fly by, say
(Yu nɔ de tɔk bɔt natin)
You ain't talkin' 'bout
We've been talking and talking for many hours
I'm getting faded and faded by every minute
30
myself
i ain't worried bout you cause i'm feelin' myself
i ain't worried bout you cause i'm feelin' myself
And they feelin' my shoe and they feelin' my
(In the ghetto)
Something had a spell on me (in the ghetto)
You all know what I'm talkin' bout (talkin' bout ghetto life, talkin' bout ghetto life)
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