Lyrics:
me in a solid game
That right?
So tell me was it worth it babe?
Did you get all that you wanted baby?
No, I don’t regret nothing baby
You had your
died
my father taught these lessons to me
an before I die, I share the same lessons that he was stressin to me
nigga it's in yo blood, you gone be
by the boobies, booby trapped
All white Bentley, I call that mama
My life crazy, like Obama's
You talk slick? Well I'm Osama
Bin Laden, I'm
for a waiter
Is watch the doorknob hit me where the dirty dog shoulda' bit me
That was my train of thought, but for so long I fought
Now I'm
crazy
There's no way to go
As if your body wants to explode
Yeh yeah
Move your hands and try touch my air
As if there was somebody over your heads
crazy
And then expect the game to given because they lazy
Niggas slacking so I had to change my focus
If you aint paper chasing out here cappin that
Twenty-four shots, take that for my brother
Killin dis shit til they set him free
Do it for Hoyne, 71, 7 deuce, and 7 3, Yeah
Who da fuck gon stop us
Boy ya
Friends turn to foe when you start acting friendly
Brothers set in stone that's how you know who's family
Preying on my downfall I find it silly
Banner, I mean Bruce Wayne
Tryna save the game from a joker
Who tryna hide his face like Poker
I brought an extra card 'cause it's a marathon
Bet you can
painter)
And I jus love it man (Lovely Daze like this)
I love paintin' these pictures for the hood
You dig (that's where I'm at Eastside)
Its Dip-Set
that ask me for money knowin' I'm in debt
And like my wife said, I still didn't say no
People tryna say I'm goin' crazy on Twitter
My friends' best
pregnant
She said that was great sex what a night
She said if I see you with another bitch I’ll cut your dick off
I said you crazy bitch get the fuck
choosin'
This how I was raised
I bring that out and bag it up, no doubt
Swing it out and let it up and bang that out
This Crips, nigga
That's crazy
tripping, she knows what's goin on
I drift away about my business I guess I was in the wrong
Left me with this crazy picture that every nigga done saw
Maybe It was just that time of the month
Maybe it was just that time of the week
Or a sign you not the one
Girl the truth gone set you free
Btw I'm
callin' shorty dream girl, now I'm fuckin' shorty in Houston
I brought her to my home so when niggas groupin' and bitches boostin'
Was on that ass since
wanna know your name, baby
Why you playing games, you got a poker face, baby
You gon' let me flow and take control today, baby
Told the bitch "go" and she
Tell that I’m a smoker by my pungent piss aroma
Keep a straight face like a game of poker
I know some wild cats but not from Villanova
Keep a Pistol
plucked cause
(niggas don't give a fuck, nigga)
Lil' looney motherfucker by the
Name of Kurupt growin' up crazy cause
(niggas don't give a fuck, nigga)
So
They would think I'm a crazy martyr
When they see the ways that I slay and slaughter
Put you in a cage like a rabies dog
Cause I just wanna see your face
for a waiter
Is watch the doorknob hit me where the dirty dog shoulda' bit me
That was my train of thought, but for so long I fought
Now I'm
felt heavenly
Not the same man that he was in 2017
Know that he was covered by someone with a set of wings
Yeah he had a girl but this was well before
touch shoulders
But be careful with the jokers
Nickola so much think they meet quotas
With a poker
That's golden nuggets in my quotes
Passing free game
success homie
No no no
They gotta go go go
Fake love coming in fast
Remember when it was slow slow
Pen to that pad like I wrote this
Entire game is
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