Lyrics:
Sallie Bet, along with her husband Vernon Woods, who stepped into the gap to be the father I never had, also helped raise me with my mother in
el cristal de Walter White
Y estas New Balance fine (fine af), looking something to match
I may ask Louis Copeland to get my sizes right
Esta es la
doubt, I ain't that guy, don't be makin' that out
You hooked, I'm reeling like fishing on a lake for some trout
Like eating takeout in the fall, you
[Chorus]
Heavy in the game champagne in my pool
Don perignon and bitches in my jacuzz
Time to act a fool might be on a bean
Might be section 8 but I'm
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
out
Niggas gonna be feelin', what I'm revealin'
Tryin to do some healin', an at the same time make a million
Vibrate love an happiness in this
ever
Writing with the pen, illustrated by Walter
Visioning my future, don’t know how so long
I flip my coin to the wishing well, please don’t flip me off
And should never be allowed to happen again
It's time to wake up and do some good
To try to see each other the way we should
Because looking at the people
I
Everybody like damn, Stoop, your lady nice
Don't fuck it up man, you better treat that lady right
Brushed it off, never thinkin' shit man they may be right
get a chance I'ma bust ya
No matter where, you could be in Russia I'ma touch ya
(Like that) Vocal assassin, motivated by cash
Shoot for the loot,
that you were?
Appointed by some higher up
Merely mortal, your plans were unaffordable
No one wants to pay for love
Oh, you beautiful fool
Yeah, baby, yeah, I gotta leave you
By the time you read this letter, I'll be outta your life
Gone forever more but I guess I'll survive
I'm
By the time you read this letter
I'll be outta your life
Gone forever more
But guess I'll survive
I'm gonna leave my records
And a forwarding
(by and by)
All religions may be practiced there
Except for Southern Baptist
When we reach that Magic Kingdom in the sky
Oh that Magic Kingdom in
gon' be feelin' what I'm revealin'
Tryin' to do some healin' an' at the same time make a million
Vibrate love an' happiness in this ghetto maze
Hate us
act like a twat, damn I'm so wack
Got back stabbed as a thanks for being a friend
Help, I'm being fucking murdered, this will be my end
What the hell is
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
(MAY YOU NEVER BE THE) CHILD OF A REALIST
Words and Music by Robert Andrew Wagner
May you never be the child of a realist.
May you never learn
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
night
And I come here to training
And when I leave tonight
Ecoute, mon spectacle est fini some of you
Will stand by me for ever but some of you
May-be
deny
It just caught me by surprise
Extraordinary vibes
Tinted windows with a little sun
Eyes low but I’m not done
In the air with some strong lungs
Ain't never been a friend of me/ I need you to hate fool so I can use you for energy/ Always be responsible how you move as men/ Keep blicks stuck to hip,
torches and your flashlights
Be careful in the boats
Turn north at rabbit island
And up past green fields bay
May the night be calm and gentle
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