Lyrics:
again
They already know
You're more than a friend
It's so evident
Though it don't make sense
I shouldn't speak out with so much confidence
But I know
I
I was in the trap by the alley
All the bad ho's used to pass me
Nah dawg I'm real real serious
I used to hit her & all the baddies
But Bitch now I
salute
Ay, I run these city streets
More than the boys who run track
You don't believe me?
Ask my city who put it down on the map, ay
(We run this town)
We
want, I got what I want and gone
Nothin' more than our fair exchange
Open your legs
Got me marchin' like it's a million, you tremble from the feelin'
on their cars
They're wondering what it's coming to and how it got this far
Oh, but me, I got a nickel smashed flatter than a dime
By a mad dog, runaway,
that deserves to be brought in place
Inferno embrace I'm still burdened by burning flames
A curse to be versed in chains of these verbal and wordal pains
Taught y'all how to invest in ball
Best of all, took it on a chest for y'all
That's why I get more than the rest of y'all
It's bad enough I entertain
Add
exes
We tend to speak more bout the pain when we reflecting
I'll lighten up the tone, don't want y'all to think I'm sexist
When I speak about my ex with
again
Just one more time
Love has magnitude
Love is powerful
Ah
Again
Ah
Again
I don't know what I did to deserve you
But I know that I'd do it again
I
Ayo I'm coming for that number one
One of one
Never been a one and done
You could bank on me cause I'm more than worth the money son
They say "you
me started
I'm back in my bag more green than a garden
Got trapped in the closet that's more than I bargained
Bitch I'm Smokepurpp you know ima pop
we do it big then you boys is right
Spending more dough than you saw in ya life
And that's just what ya boy spent on the dice
Instigatin' you
The city never lets you go
So you never try
It's bigger than a breadbox
Texas, California
His path was on the parks, running Knik to Pittman
The city
And I ain't tryna pull you down, or sound like a broken record
But you should know by now that all! Niggas is dogs
Better to have a rich pit than
a time,
Three stars in Brooklyn have aligned,
What a time,
That Porsche 911 stops on a dime,
Deep conversations over corner store wine,
I wanted more than
wasn’t listening
Sent to live with my dad like Tre from Boys in the hood
Figured he can teach me to be a man more than she could
In retrospect it
Yeah
Back in the City shit
Outro to the tape
Out here in Byrd crib
Yeah
Look
I feel like I been givin you way more than what I been gettin
Feel like
can’t keep running round in circles
I gotta rid me of your curse
Sorry, but I deserve more
More than what you’re giving me
No, I don’t want you with me
I
got a technique that'll
Give twelve a hundred
Now the tables turn, to whom it may concern
I used to control more
Shooters than David Stern
With Lucifer,
less than a heartbeat
The handsome young stranger lay dead on the floor
Just for a moment I stood there in silence
Shocked by the foul evil deed I had
Taught y'all how to invest in ball
Best of all, took it on a chest for y'all
That's why I get more than the rest of y'all
It's bad enough I entertain
Add
alone
That more than one man had gnawed off his own arm
20 years ago, she might've looked alright
But, tonight she's worn over hell
If you look in her
far.
Oh but me I got a nickel smashed flatter than a dime
By a mad dog, runaway red-silver streamline train
[Chorus]
something more than a woman
To sharpen up a sleeping eye
It's a memory you hold on to
It's high noon in the Texas sky
I'm coming in like a renegade
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