Lyrics:
Back to the regular life when sun was still so bright we chillin' no fight
Got my homies like side by side we ain't even need a whip we just pull up with
hate never used to the love
A lot of obstacles he still guide from above
Not mad that you left turn around and I shrugged
Now they gasping for oxygen
My
It's 3 o'clock and I'm still underneath every cloud over me
And every face that I pass on the street says you will be loved without me
And then you
Uh, close your eyes
So watch 'em do the Macarena, somewhere out by Pasadena
Love a drug that everybody here just tryna get a taste of
You
Tighten up my circle, move in silent, get the grub
Belly never empty when you manifest the want
Thought I'd have it all by twenty-three, look at me
Damn
what finger fuck you whole squad.
Forty around extendo, flipping for my kin folk
Luxury tax on them packs if you didn't know
Bought a new crib, niggas
Shark tanks and views millionaire cruise buying cars in twos
"Never lose" my motto since birth
Double up knots and crack spots
Snitches lead out by
Check it
It began at sea
Three cross currents concurrently
Started turning creatin' the mother of all tempest to be
Excess precipitation
Cook that shit up Quay
Cook it up (hey)
VVS's in my tennis bracelets
Could've bought my mama a Mercedes (mama)
Still bought my mama a Merecedes
3 bullets in tre poooound
Nah nigga u was not around
Fucking round wit them fuck Around
Ion fuck around
I be coolin wit a Bitch
Smoking out
to strangers walking by
I might build a palace
Cuz my head is way too big for any houses
Get a room for anybody that's around me
Cuz they wanna live in a
They
baby?
turn around and step to step (alright, alright)
Let's go around and count to five baby then I'll be by your side
all the time
(I feel like) I'm in
Answer Cocaine been around for centuries
Since I'm young black and rich
I'm the public enemy riding the bass drum
Just Blaze got the Remedy
Now-dey
Still mean mugs, fucks around when he got time
Homie a cool dude
He really genuine
Calls a spade a spade en 'n fokken naai 'n naai
Hoor net die lingo
in a three room run down shack
At the foot of the hill by the railroad track
Where decent folks don't go when the sun goes down
My daddy worked
Totally psychic, open your mind quick as the vibe kicks
Moederfok it, I skeem this vibe's rou'
Jislaaik yo
Yo yo yo yo check out this hype flow
I go by
enough
3 up onna 1 you but ain't whipping fast enough
Watch me take it over, bet that ice start crackin up
I can only hang around them if they cruddy too
the Iceni:]
In the aftermath of our defeat at Mandeussedum, I was captured by Romans with
a veiled intent... (though three of them died at my hands in
slurped up by a model ho
But I aint slipping I still got the strap behind the door yeah
You niggas really thought that I was done, wake up I pray and roll
some hype
My whole life I’ve had to make it through terrible nights
Around gun fire, drive bys by the time i was 5
Now I’m 24 and I’m homeless what
for meaning
Checking for it box by box
The world's a warehouse, endless boxes
Lots of words to search em up
This song is made up of three pieces
good luck
But the homie who ran. Mmmm
One Time gaffled him up
(Chorus 3x: Scratched by DJ Unknown)
Get your ass in the car.
Ho hold it now.
Keep
[Intro]:
{Convict}
(Yeah, SHADY)
{Convict Music}
(Guess who's back)
Still here, haters
{Akon & Obie (Trice), Yeah}
Whatcha gonna do it
Get thirty-three rebounds, fuckin around
Temas lost to him he went right through em
Division, county, state, that's three count em
Championships for
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