Lyrics:
in a Lex'
Your next move is slipping, your last move is shitting
As your body gets soft, the shotty went off
Little soldier, you're out of position
hood
Mehn No chit chat real niggas earning the big bag
I fell in love with the street life smoking inna E class
I'm feeling fly no retard we reppin out
on
The homie Great John on the beat, by the way
Don't Come Outside, Volume 3 out now
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
I'ma fan Heavenly Father but
wave like they stoppin' a taxi
On a six, in a Lamb', but I'm not that bitch Mary (Helluva made this beat, baby)
Four-one
They counted me out, I came
you, I love you
South beach smokin' out
With a lot of women, yeah it's goin' down
Any time I blow, know it's by the pound
I done got a cleaning lady in
(Versace), Fela in Versace (Versace)
Fela in Versace, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Big Shot, Super Star, Punisher, Finisher
Call again, bodyguard
Uh,
The act of makin love...is...
[REFRAIN]
pink cookies in a plastic bag, gettin crushed by buildings
pink cookies in a plastic bag, gettin crushed by
Turn it up in my headphones, please
Comin' to a ghetto near you, street fame
More, haha, comin' to a ghetto near you
I wasn't mad until these
to dick ride
Everybody wants to be a big star
But ain't nobody out there working this damn hard yeah
{Verse 1: Deorsey Ardae}
One life to live and Im
the world the beauty in what is imperfect
Sons of thunder have been chewed out, have seen pain
Inside the flock we flush down the drain now
Water star with
with like 5 labels
They fly me, put me in a hotel and dine me
But they all say that it's early to sign me
Fucks that mean? Wanna wait till I'm big
When
before this began
He used to try to talk to this girl named Fran
The type of female with fly Gucci wear
With big truck jewelry and extensions in her
these streets
Keep our head above water
Shit gettin' real scary out there, man
Since I was a kid
Lookin' at the stars, I'm tryna do it big
Yeah, yeah, I'm
spillin' in the streets
Niggaz take it for granted until they layin' dead on the granite
Innocent bystanders get shot by standin'
Y'all shoulda ducked when
'Bout time, we gone and set
The record straight, big money, since '08
Your your bitch all in my phone
(Phone) , money on my dome (Dome)
Tell her leave me
I ain't took my chains off in weeks (off in weeks)
If I tuck it, they gon' try to kill me anyway
Then I'm prayin' to the God of the streets (God
the bar, leave the car
And pass out like a fetus in a jar with my feet up to the stars
And dream about that light that leads up to the Lord
I have
knows dat I've sinned
But I thought about my future in the loops like a pin
Walked out on da gig and I turned to da streets
Kept my name low key I
the street
The street
In the street
The street, yo
I go to the
Music venues
Spit my bars
I look up at the sky
And I see the stars
It’s
mind off the street"
And it stuck in the back of my head
Though I still did my little bit of menacin'
Every now and then bang-outs in broad daylight
somethin' like this
Cruisin' down the street in my '64
Jockin' the freaks, clockin' the dough
Went to the park to get the scoop
Knuckleheads out there
Never, by any means necessary better
Get up off your ass and get my money 'fore I stretch yah
Out in front your doorstep, when I brandish this .45th
You
sleeps, lights look like stars in the sky
We're on...the rooftop bar
You're watching people meet their destiny
Awake until dawn to leave the streets
best chill
Before you wake up with some gangsters in your grill and get killed
By a nigga named Big Phil, tote a big steel
Give a damn if my record
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