Lyrics:
I'm good like G double O-D
OG kush by the motherfuckin' oz
Hoes wanna roll with a young nigga so street
You ain't fuckin' Tory 'less you
Tryna hit
darling,
Lovely Almi.
To live with you, in seclusion, but not in poverty
Our life real, harmonious, beautiful
Should you have a darling child by me no more
cash in
Style so killer
Dressed to kill
Think about your bills
We're on house on hills
Live life big man
That's for real
Everybody know man
Dots got
that, and your man is still here, and I'm still hot
Wow, I need a moment y'all
See, I almost felt a tear drop
When was the last time you heard a real
That one ya fi mi baby mi A fi tell her the real thing
I love you I love you I love you
Anytime me see you me feel so good
Anytime you leave by my
wanted to make music from the heart
Whether I'm reading Spurgeon or
Inspired by good art this is my heartbeat
This is my heartbeat, heartbeat
Got a soul
live and real with a street deal
Automatic causin havoc when I hit
I flip and rip shop I'm on some homicidal shit
Little nigga loco, catchin bodies
it
Was prolly chilling sinning with my n****s
That’s real
Who am I supposed to be young skinny n***a tryna live comfortably?
Thats real
What we
graft
Need a mansion overseas,
Surrounded by palm trees n bad b's
With a couple g's & a private jet I can flight in when I blow this weed
Why these pigs
I got shot seven times man that shit is real
We slide down the whole month into we got em all
Tied in to the streets and street niggas on call
I put
[Chorus]
I'm blowin' good yeah I smoke it by the song,
And when them niggas call I don't pick up my phone
Niggas acting like broads make me pick
[Intro]
And we go by the runners
(I think it's time for me to go hard as the hood I'm from, ay)
DJ Khaled, we the best
(I think it's time for me
[Intro]
And we go by the runners
(I think it's time for me to go hard as the hood I'm from, ay)
DJ Khaled, we the best
(I think it's time for me
to the sky cuz i stick with real high
trying to forget how you gave me this time
Take to the sky without you by my side
Girl you walked out of that door
take
grandmother
Doesn't it look like she has a brother?
TJ reminds me, not to worry bout what man might say
Talking bout the problem ain't living by faith
Just
and think
This generation only go for one thing that's the green
They gone kill, rob, by all means
When it come down to that money nigga they some crack
man I'm on the grind
Nigga wasn't workin' when you knew you should
Now you talk about me when I'm on the road
And when I ride by I'm in the newest
man I'ma mack her
From the land of cheap work and steady licks
With pounds of dro' and Impala bricks
We grind to eat and eat to live
This shit for
hungry, you getting robbed
By me, Biggie Smalls and The Delfonics
Yo, man, yeah, yeah, take it back to Rae shit
Straight off the muthafucking concrete,
you black, whether you white
I don't give a fuck nigga show me something real
Niggas out here dropping for no reason
Getting worser by the season tryna
Something he can hold something he can feel
It's instinctual to see even if the man is blind
He can tell if it's right 'cuz he knows what is real
He can
Ayo, Tical?
What up, fam?
You know Bus-a-Bus had to come see you, God, it's good to see you, God
Good too see you too, God
Let's take the streets
brought to you by adrenaline and good rap
Black Pendleton ball cap
(West, west, west)
We don't share the same synonym fall back
(West, west, west)
Been
Jack Nick.
More rapid than the Celtics these Lakers they came
He screamed like a mad man and called them by name:
“Now Magic, now Worthy, now Scott,
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