Lyrics:
trap star ball player, pro stars
Reach for the stars that's the way to go ma
I'm in the cut the one that leave no scars
Dark shades by D-I-O-R-
They
celebrate like it's a sweet sixteen
I know a young little homie trynna get like me
But they don't really know about the times I weep ay
I put the 3 on my back
a mark
I bet you get your ass kicked hanging at the park, bitch!
You'd better watch your back
Before you get jacked by a nigga with a gat
Cause Life is
ain't stopping till be sprayed it
Oh my god, for real man, not again I'm shaking
But before I tie a rope around this nob
If they don't like it, got a knob
wood, can you pass my torch
I'm rocking her head from the back to the front
Shake yo ass till you can't no more
Might fuck a real nigga, get money, you
“P” Black Owned verse 1
Yo I’m Blessed to be a blessing, microphones I’m testing, teaching a history lesson like I’m college professin, my brain is
Break a hoe, sell a ki, just don't get caught
Cause if I do, I'm goin to jail
On a one-way ticket to a prison cell
So why commit the crime? Don't ask
ain't know me till I went Pop
But I was gettin' money way before that
With your main bitch on my floor mat
When I'm finished with her
Here's your ho back
everytime I get high I watch the time pass by like away we go
Is it ok to cry when you're dying inside?
Seem like codeine is the one thing that help take my
play around
Cover much grounds
Got game by the pound
Getting paid is her forte
Each and every day true player way
I can't get her outta my mind
I think
Took me seven years to get it right (Yeh)
Called my momma, told her quit her job
She played my shit so hard she broke the knob
Six o'clock, I'm late for
got a misdomener
Cause I got a deuce-five, and I'm black as Sarafina
Get the hell out Somolia, we didn't call y'all
I can't wait till I can kill all
obtains the stain, will gain a rain
That pours, it soars my brain to yours
Ordained by law to train the poor
I'll make sure that there ain't gonna be no
Gotta find a way out but I been out the maze
Fuck a book I know my plays
She with the Aesthetics I told her let's make a DVD tape
Down bad I had to get
paws up
'Cause you were born this way
LA FRANCE, Hands up, paris lets go! pont
Everybody on their feet, let's celebrate
My mama told me when I was young
plain
Old black extensions
Just a T-shirt about carbon
"I always thought that by the time
I put out a third album, i would want
To come back to natural
Not 2 it's 3
You, me and G O D
Shooting my shot like C O D
Got my head spinning like a DVD
Silver lining like from a silver screen
Way too hot like I
it's like I’m living in the Gaza
State of mind gotta take my
Time with it though
Tell myself there ain't much time till I blow
When I blow you won't see
the fast lane, nigga
When you see me on the streets, I got my finger on tha trigga
Never catch who's slippin' when I'm on them 2-wing deez
And when I get
hand out but you can't get a crumb shawty
I'm street made shawty streets how I get paid shawty
Real huslaz hustle a hundred different ways shawty
burning others eyes radical vanilla sky
Strict key words to the wise never let true love die
Get drunk with me hand cuff my feet tear my clothes off me
I
green
For every fiend equals money like ching ching
My dream, know what I'm saying, got to get the cream or triple beam
By it for 15/5 and I sell it for
there lookin' like Super chicken
At night I see your light through my bedroom window
But I ain't got shit but the pad and pencil
I can't wait till I
the old me till I stacked my bread so high it fucking fell
Everyday know I'm dripping in all black
Waiting for your call back
Cause I can't fuck with
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