Lyrics:
dying
Fuck you, eat a dick
You bitches still ain't shit
Told you muthafuckas long ago
You should've quit hit the bricks
Watch your welcome shot by
but moving on, let the truth be known
But they talked that freedom at us
And didn't even leave a ladder, damn
I work at the corner store
We all
the bitch, trap still boomin'
Somethin' healthy in the clip, trap still boomin'
In this midnight fit, trap still boomin'
Told em' you ain't gotta trip, trap
speaking makes yours suddenly worse?
An uneasy feeling overtakes me
As you look up and then you turn to face me
Can't let it go like bloom girl by Banksy
to spoil me
Cause baby I’m a thug
Still on that corner fresh as hell
Whispering sour, yup
Just look at me & you can tell
A diamond in the rough
Just take
in the club
All we do is paper chase like Bigz
Running it up popping the bub
I took a trip to the bank
I took a trip to the bank
Hours go by now it's
Trip to the moon and back
I’m never coming back
Trip to the moon and back
I’ll bring a couple snacks
Six pack in the side pocket
With some ice I
me
Say what up to Ty-Ty, still sippin' Mai Tais
Sittin' courtside, Knicks and Nets give me high five
Nigga, I be Spike'd out, I could trip a referee
stop here then we'll never know
The future's sneaking in the corners of our eye sockets
Periphery infested by the way that I'm falling suspect
flip tho raised by a chic u run ya lips just like a b**** Just remember that yo ass can fall after u trip tho 60th and chester ave i came up on the strip
while I sing
That shit go by so quick I can't trip on it
That shit go by so quick I cant trip
That shit go by so quick I can't trip on it
That shit go by
me
Say what up to Ty-Ty, still sippin' Mai Tais
Sittin' courtside, Knicks and Nets give me high five
I be Spike'd out, I could trip a referee
Tell
Yeah, yeah
I said niggas pop shit all the time
Me I don't trip 'cause they know I'm never lyin'
Lookin' between the lines
Feel like Ali in his
to get by like wow
Ash trip game near nigga like ah
This is moving up for that slice and the pie
In the hood you try to turn the back so good times
Get
we're rarely disrespected
I got all the time that I need to kill
What's that time?
It's time to get ill
You been fully captivated by that funky ass
we're rarely disrespected
I got all the time that I need to kill
What's that time?
It's time to get ill
You been fully captivated by that funky ass
around the corner? It's a drill (it's a drill)
All these blues on me, man, they thought I had a deal
I'm from the six, we don't do no drive-bys
Walk up
I was a corner boy, meetin' cats by the corner shop
Since I had boy in he corner on
Tryna make my way home but it was cordoned off
Cah they caught
Praise to the most high, I'm thanking God
I know he's on time, he hears my cries
Always by my side, guiding the light
We fight through the night,
blinded totally,
oh no, please don't pass me by.
I know that you still think that its me. I know that you think that there's
somebody else. I know that
thinking they call
Yeah still high two stepping it
Do it for the capital Wale Ovechkin
SB hundreds yes dear I'm on that venison
More or less Lindros flyer
I’m independent still a star to you baby /
Verse -
Tyson’s Corner got size boo / Let them b!tches envy , they ain’t never fly as you / Wheels up ,
federal cases with legal aids
The unlit stage tonight performing lime desires to eat
Can get you in a 8 by 5, the corner's younger
I smell feel touch
nigga, attackin' ya.
These 4-5 hollow tips will have you backin' up.
I only do my dirt at night like dracula.
I'm wanted by the feds, these
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