Lyrics:
a teardrop on the face of all my enemies
Even though I love 'em, they inspire me to rap on beats
I'm stickin' to this rappin', I get better as the years go by
to receive some bread cuz otherwise gonna prove you dead
Regular boy in a chemical world like a serious boy in a funny ass world
I release my pack, Run it
When I was just a little kid, I was sitting on the garden wall
(Oh, get off the wall)
Well, I must've bumped my head 'cause I don't dance the same no
They hate when I get it straight and they chase us
Have the little boys coming fast to the speed race
Pulling cables with my team best believe I'mma see
shit
You can just keep makin' them tired old threads
A little bit like the boy you cried wolf, yeah
See me, but don't dare to try no shit
'Cause you
Eyes wide open, can't you see
I had my first heels by the age of thirteen
Mom and dad tried to hide the boys
I swear that just made them want me more
Sunshine
Everybody needs
Sunshine
My life, my life, my life
His mama must've got the news
The little boy that she gave birth to was on of them niggas
of all evil
'Cause crooked or legal
It's all manipulated by the eagle
And be my motive for murder
[Chorus]
[Twista]
Lord knows I was hurt from
gettin' high while I've drivin' by
Me and the boys about to touch the sky
No longer disguised, I'm feelin' supersized
The boy plugged in, and I'm feelin'
Gently increasing your affection by the second with a little hand holdin' and a bit of cheek peckin'
You told me in a whisper so quiet
That we could go
Run this shit Up with my legs
Run this shit up by myself
If you can't get right you get left
I'ma rain in the three like I'm Steph
Wrist in the bowl
other level boy you little niggas way too little for me
Hoppin off the stage all my brothers give me dap white boys just call me narly
A lot of niggas
some food in the pantry
And chef it up for the family
Get Momma blue off them squares
And my little cousin of Xanax
I'm a different type of beast
Don't
A little boy, a baby, ironic huh
I wanna be my best and I'm tryna make it happen
I dig emceeing, rapping, hip-hop, and popping
I had real mentors show me
might act hard but it’s pleas he copping
Look me in my eyes and don’t you lie, did you mean that shit?
You caught me by surprise and I won’t lie, I ain’t
bitch
Both in the car, had to make a fast switch
Both off the drugs, leave the car in a ditch
Call my phone, told me meet me at six
Time passed by so we
rollin' with them Brooklyn boys
You know how I be when you start livin' large
I control my own life, Charles was never in charge
No sitcom could teach
hell, I ain't the devil
Ditch me when you wanna but if you need a little
I can fix your problems, I always got your back
I can make you famous, by
I seen the hate when I seen the fame
Same niggas from my projects
I seen the lane and I mastered it
You fascinated by my progress
Boy I been on my P's
And every time
I'm looking out the window
I realize your not by my side
And it really makes me cry like a child
Why?
Oh boy
What can I do?
Even when I sleep
If I could have your attention
Don't mean to waste your time
I'd like to tell a little story
How I was lost and couldn't find my way
Then I met
of mine
But now I see I’m slipping cause I’m flipping off the grind
It’s ya boy nigga
Got one time here and that’s all I got so ima ball with my niggas til
When you Walk By
Got the grey sweats on Give the head nod
And it linger little longer on the upside
I can feel you follow me watching me walk by
I could
spent a little uh
A small amount of time
Getting a lot chasing impatience
Shorty she be down to ride
She be by my side
She be by my side
And I don't ever
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