Lyrics:
been here long
And they think that I'm a veteran
I Love the chicks colored cinnamon
Story story story the way they tellin it
Sayin no cap no cap but it's
the guitar, tellin' stories that were true|For the songs that he wrote, were always about people that he knew|And he took his compositions down to Montreal by
bitch, I'm different
If they ask you 'bout me, tell' 'em that's just stove talk, I'm realistic (big cap)
shit, you think he really got enough money
dreams
There's a big big world
And it's there to know
So let's go
And tell our stories
From those recent glories
Everyone's a saint tonight
Tell me
melon, and spin it back when you get to tellin'
Got a chop with a stick and a beam with it, hand me the leaf it's my trees in it
I had a dream and they
fact this jam is def
Most definitely created by me
Goin' down in radio history
I'm good to go on your radio
And I'm cold gettin' paid cause Rick said
Most definitely created by me
Goin' down in radio history
I'm good to go on your radio
And I'm cold gettin' paid 'cause Rick said so
Make the woofers
fucked a girl at summer camp
Change the story so the fam believe me
Them days ain't over
My mentality was changing as I got older
Promising an album by
seen my signs
How will they remember me is what runs through my mind
Will I be a young god a decade down the line
Only time will tell, hope I never reach
dadada, la la la la
Yea, let's see God
I know you only do what's best for me
But is it cool if we negotiate my destiny
They always tellin' me it's
2.30 baby won't you meet me by the beans
2.00 early, maybe later you could show me things
You know what it is whenever I visit
Windy city, she
Since I was very young I've realised
I never wanted to be human size
So I avoid the crowds and traffic jams
They just remind me of how small I am
Cheatin, believin shes slick's a oil spoil
Couldnt fill her needs, but the deed of being disloyal will
Making up stories, saying excuses, she's
know I'm taxin' you double
I'm in the pocket like a runnin' back, run it back
I bought your new shit, hey, run me my money back
Fly by night, this
'bout two more''
Bottle by bottle I'm clearin' off that shelf
And I feel so good that I'm not quite myself
Now, they're tellin' me that I gotta find
to live lavish, marry a big dick and stay carried
Holla back at them niggaz that hollered at me
Pop the Cris', whip the six and shit
and have all y'all
black leather
Name tag sayin "Caution when wet"
By the track wetter
The ass-spreader
I love the grimey shit even my girl did grimey shit to me
And I went
Yo this one aight though
Yo, me and Cool V
Dis dis dis gon' be dis gon' be our new single
And when you hear this story you'll say it's aight
Hello lucid how you been
You been poppin shit
You been blowin up since day one I swear that I believe in it
That's what they tellin me
Man y'all
THIS BIG DAWG
CHASE A PUP
THEY SAID
LEEKHVSTLE
AINT THE ONE
CATCH EM SLIPPEN
ONE BY ONE
YOU CAME IN LAST
IM NUMBER ONE
THIS GONE FCC THE CITY UP
I GOT
on the clouds
Build a house so big it's lookin like a town
Have some kids you know I'm 'bout to pass it down
They can bury me without a sound
Tell stories
gunnin' big, hit'
'Em up in two thousand and trizzle,
Heads feelin' the bullets and the death
On my back (Oh yeah, fa shizzle!).
Oh, tell me what's
show, and stories to tell ya
I hope you don't mind that, see
My life like big smiles, big tears, big forgiveness all day cause
God made me this way
I
make it but you doubted me
That was back in ‘17, I knew undoubtedly, uh
I come from a city where 90 percent of kids in poverty
Life is just a story book
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