Lyrics:
cool
Dialing up needle on the dash coupe
No care about the past give a fuck bout a state troop
We was going for three hours
Take a break Phew
Sorry baby
Uh uh uh. Still ain't ready yet.
Uh uh uh. Niggaz still ain't ready yet.
Uh uh uh.
I hits the corner on three Daytonaz
Wit a bad ass bitch
Ayo, Jug 3 AM
Fucking 3 AM
I just rock that Raf for no reason
My bitch the perfect girl for conversation
(yeah) , but I still get bored (yeah)
to gravitate around you
When I've heard of all the countless scandals you get dragged into
Don't know why I'd let you run me in the dirt the way you do
Still I
nigga know I got that reefer on me
Watch me do my dance yeah i love da way she freakin on me
This for alla muhhfuckas still out there sleepin on me
You
Still riding around with my people feeling I miss and I need you
Used to fill you up like you was diesel
When your holding It down I don't leave you
Still ain't gonna fumble
There's something kinda funny 'bout bubbles
That they might make u stumble
Into a wubble
Roll around in rubble
Make you see
the three time losers
Pour out some beer, bust out the ruger
Ladies and gentleman
Bullets will leave you tremblin'
Shooken up
I got my cuban mommy cooking up
can?t nobody guarantee it
And death around the corner can?t nobody damn see it
I can?t agree that God good at all time
But we all know shit ain't all good
can?t nobody guarantee it
And death around the corner can?t nobody damn see it
I can?t agree that God good at all time
But we all know shit ain't all good
can?t nobody guarantee it
And death around the corner can?t nobody damn see it
I can?t agree that God good at all time
But we all know shit ain't all good
like to be around 'em
Give 'em dap or pound 'em
See 'em out, they houndin' dawg
Sayin' they got tracks for me to get down on
Sayin' they hot when that
heed
they say that he'll still have it on , when hes lyin deed
i wonder if he'd wear it if he knew when it was ho
that the ball was kicked by michael
never gets old)
(I don't care what they know)
(Still live by the code)
(Still doing road shipping packs by the bowls)
(Putting bodies on froze and tags
Three in the morning
Wide awake and I'm restless
About another day
Waking up feeling helpless
Try staying strong
While I carry on
Ignoring the fact
i know bout 3 of yall in this town
Tryna meet all of em i'm zooming around
How you been times three just kill me now
I'm just playin my song for all
F*** longevity flow cos I don't wanna be around no more
Backs, so sore from carrying tracks Put my sliders on like I'm carrying bags
I don't shop in,
breathing through you
For you by you, the science of f.u.b.u ill creation
I'm still lying for that day I wake up
Out of this dream, see you kinectly move,
nigga lame, he was all talk
Long as I got you by my side I never fall off
Now I'm back up on that bullshit
Still ridin' through the city with a full
on beast mode
My niggas winning
Some blue doc and some weed smoke
My niggas winning
We still live by the G code niggas winning
My niggas winning my niggas
my addiction
All of the drugs in my system
Should be listed
As some of the worst in the district
Can't believe I'm still living
Missed death by some
the winter time where there's still heat
Girl you pressure gotta sit you down so you can't leave
Better yet throw away your plan or this one's planned by me
pecans
I was up in Harlem getting rid
Of them butter seed grams
They catch a body for ten
Cash two for an extra three gram
By the power of Grayskull
Back in the day,
Growing up in Hollis Queens New York,
I used to play in the day til the day got dark,
And everyone around me knew everybody else,
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