Lyrics:
But I'm down by law and I know my way around
Too much, too many people, too much (aha-ha)
Too much, too many people, too much, Raaah!
A castle
homie I'm watched by the police
Cops out patrollin', grab a Glock-40
Snipe at the squad car, story notinh
Fuck it if you want beef, click-clack, wack
Lemme step out from under the ceiling
Just so I can look up and catch a wonderful feelin
I know I seen you a million times
But every night still feels
since I could remember
I had friends I could depend on
Clothes to lend 'em
Money to spend on 'em
But as time went by
My life got a little strange
will I ever get it right
Cause I'm so sick of messin up so many times
I'm gonna do right
Right by you
Gonna do right by you
Sick of messin up
Gon get
watch 'em in them hoods
I always thought living life was easy
Go to school, get a job, yo, it couldn't be me (be me)
So instead, I played my bed
My
In so many bourgeois homes Van Gogh's sunflowers radiate from the walls,
Yet he lived in utter misery, condemned by those very same people.
Why is it
me cuz I'm Bratt
Bitch I don't give no fucks bout that
It is so Many hoes
Many, many, many, many hoes
Hate to see me up
They gone hate me cuz I'm Bratt
yeah I get it out da snipes
Yeah Got ya and dont u dare fucking with a real G
Stop ya before u get laid down by a LOC
Yeah some would say you shoulda
again (Did it again)
We got no time to pretend (Pretend)
Too many goals, too many ends, too many wins
Too many M's
All we wanted was a Rollie (Woah)
In my
people with good intentions
But I always tend to stay guarded
So many smiles that I've had to fake
And so many fake friends I would waste my time with
Food
my life and leave the game behind
And it's been so many days, I done prayed I could find a way
Find a heart and the time to say, only so many are
for me in these streets
I gotta keep progressing
So many funerals I seen
I'm thankful every second
Crunch time
I swear this Hustle in my blood line
times did you wish I was your man?
How many scams?
How many grams?
How many bands?
Is there any brands left out here ran by some real niggas with some
Be-because it's OK, ya know, it's OK to brag and boast
From time to time, ain't nothin' wrong with that
So I'm gonna have a little fun with it
Check
to the money (Y'all boys can't stop us). Aye what it do street niggaz, come on...
So many wanna see my fall, so many wanna see me drop
So many wanna see me
yeah
Many clouds, many clouds
So trees do grow and people do die
Please don't let the time go
Please don't let it fly by
Don't let it fly by
Fly by, fly
you hit
Snakes slither in the grass real low
Far as the legacy, only the real know
So much time flew by
So many guys who lied
So many tears been cried
I have proven time and time again
That I'm built to last, so watch me shine again
So many rappers have come and gone
I guess this rap game has
stick
And this 'dro and this nestle got me right
So my lungs be as black as Wesley Snipes
I'm on first class flights
Heading towards Vegas
Ya slot
awesome
I thank God momma didn't have an abortion
So every time I get paid she get a portion
I made a fortune, I'm havin' foursomes
Don't have to force 'em
(conversation)
[1st vesre]
The definition of blowed
Is indo by the load
Chronic munchies got me on the comode
When I unload lets role
Cloudy
niggas is for you
How many niggas gon fall through
How many niggas is for you
How many times i went through
Some bs for a bitch who couldn’t see it through
(tell 'em girl)
Hey yo, my rolls be Liberace
And my bedroom is off the hook all day, designed by Versace
Y'all just watch me, this is how I blow up
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