Lyrics:
People will come in and out of your life
It's the real ones that choose to stick with you when shit gets tough
And it's the ones that will pick you
fills my heart
It's so good to know we're under the same sky
Underneath the same sky even though you're not close by
Feels just like we're right beside
a fuck, god may I ask from yo prayer so my soul don't die
These is real tears I cried
And dreamz don't lie
When they tell me dat I'm doin good in da
too deep wid it, lil momma pussy so good, man
That I almost fell asleep in it (damn)
Aye, my nigga, come get yo bitch
She outside my traphouse stalkin'
[Raekwon the Chef]
So yo yo all I want to do is just tell them cats
On the real, keep your game high man, keep it up
Word up, never stop
where I came from I cover it good like I work with paint
I'm still learning
Hated when I seen my mama cry but I know she got tears lurking
Piece by piece
tainted by hatred
I roll 'round and still give out love
'cause that shit is so sacred
Still rappers is vacant when I
Show up outside they crib
Talk all that
birdie flyin' solo Wanna take a trip so where we goin
Still in PJs, flyin' Boeing As long as we still get there in the morning
For you I'll stand by, you
crazy tongue
There's a slit-eyed lady
Sayin' don't you be so stupid
I may be old, but I'm still good fun
Still good fun
Yeah, I'm still good fun
tryna figure what the fuck she really seen in me
Struggle with this loneliness it's 3am I needa sleep
You only stick around for a couple of months
Imma talk all my shit can't be fucked with
Imma figure it out no discussion
All these Niggas be hating you know I be ducking
I don't like nobody
Took a bitch, no, I don't want this hoe no more, so come and get her, I'm tryna blow up off this rap shit, hit my phone with them eight figures, I hang
bloodshot eyes
Realize we're all born to die
So get the money nigga!
Tequila Sunrise, with the bloodshot eyes
My, my, my, how time flies and goes by
show it
Picture perfect life it was out of focus
You put the blame on me and you know that's bullshit
Oh and by the way, by the way
I'm livin' good by
Ay, ay
I'm getting so sick of these niggas
(?) just called me, we're making a story
We're busy counting all these figures
I'm calm and so saucy,
your money, so money is good
This is money we've stole from people with no food
It just doesn't make sense, how does it figure
Unknowingly, we do wrong
confuse
I lose my peoples in the words you choose
For writer was wrong, or, man, what you think?
Accept my Black, so how the hell you diss Pink?
And yet you
confuse
I lose my peoples in the words you choose
For writer was wrong, or, man, what you think?
Accept my Black, so how the hell you diss Pink?
And yet you
Loud pack
So you know that the bois out yeh a Nigga like that gotta slow down
Yeh a Nigga gotta slow down
Uhh I see you on the couch tryna figure out if
But I stick to my grind like glue
Said that many times so of course it's true
This is nothing like Arsenal
They step with gunners we step with troops
I
again
And it feels good
View from top is so crazy
Thanking god I’m myself cause he made me
Can’t beat me
So join me you could feel so
Aye this that feel
the good sense not use it?
Usually niggas don't know what to do
When their back against the wall so they just start shootin'
For red or for blue or for
uh
I’m smoking good bitch, huh, I can’t complain
I shoulda let my hair down, but fuck it
Let my nuts hang
BABA Juice, fathered dudes, fuck it
This is
go
Cock 'em in the air and let your other sister watch
You gettin' hit by the x I'm a porno star
Ohh rhythm x, you're just too good baby
I know
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