Lyrics:
Some people have to learn
Some people wait there turn
Some people have to fight
Some people give it up
They wanna hold you back, tell 'em pee
Better turn it town if the block is hot
We gon send em round the corner where they talk a lot
Used to want all that bling bling
Now I just wanna be stable
and tell that gyal to refund
All of the hustles and all of the tussles
When will it get to my turn
I ain't tryna be human man, I'm one of the gods
Probably
gonna split
Ahhhhh shit
Who make y'all scream the loudest
Who dought it
That master p boys get rowdy rowdy and bout it bout it
Respect the tank or get
try to play him fuck around shoot up yo parents house
And I know a shorty who set niggas up by making em send us they whereabouts
And as soon as lil
steppers acting like I need 'em
(Like I need 'em)
I been screaming into the void
My traumas won't let me fill it
You say that your bars are better
I promise
me
She don't got no goals hell no
I'm not kicking
Ima shoot my shot and turn away
Cause I'm hitting it
I ain't worried about him
Tell that boy he's
I can tell that nigga broke by the shit that he be talking bout
I dun up ten, flashed thirty what we talking bout
Put em on the road, lil bro turn
Yeah no fu fu lame shit nigga only gang shit
By the way Scotty Way
Aye I Get bitches while I'm getting paid
Oh he stole my flow guess its time
For
hand
But I waited my turn it was always the plan
They tell me I can't, but I know that I can
If the games all a race, then you know that I ran
I'm in
You can tell anybody that I'm a freak
I'll take a shit in your kitchen sink
If that's a problem - you can bite me
Will that turn me on? It's very
to sad thoughts that are maddening?
Do I sit here and try to stand it?
Or do I try to catch 'em red-handed?
Do I trust some and get fooled by phoniness?
to sad thoughts that are maddening?
Do I sit here and try to stand it?
Or do I try to catch 'em red-handed?
Do I trust some and get fooled by phoniness?
over gone work her out
Jump in that ocean an now that boy surfing now
She keep it real so I opened a third account
show it by action it’s not about
standin at the cliff boy
Go and tell the captain, that I'm capturin the ship boy
They was tryna cap him, it don't matter I don't shift boy
Why ya music
Yea yea I came in this bitch, get started
Gotta tell em who the hardest
Came with the clip aimed at the target
Came with the clique stay with them
Yeah
Banger
Ay Tell Em T
Look
I’m fresh off parole and I can’t wait to tote shit
Stackin' this money, it’s harder to fold it
Show me a beat and it’s
curse by all the temptation
Trials and tribulations
Stop running
You got to face it
Embrace it
Your soul is free
But your mind is stuck in the matrix
We
today if we into it
Herbo tell 'em what we been through
(Grrah, grrah, grrah)
I was in the field with my dogs
And we tryna eat with some beneful
I catch
Denver
Then leave em like I’m Mello
Swear
I know it sting still
Phone on do not disturb and it ring still
Tell me why it’s only me that think it’s team
turn me on I'm flaccid
So I just tell my boys to pass it
I'm chilling all alone I'm past it
She don't really want much from me
I just kinda think it's
tell
Don't fuss when I'm ill
Boy I hope it goes well
Death threats from you, girl, sitting in my junk mail
Blood in my toenails
Never gon' tell
When I'm
Strip to Detroit
Say hip-hop only destroy
Tell em' look at me, boy!
I hope your son don't have a gun and never be a D-boy
Alright, already the show
a three piece on stand by I'm finna call em the power puffs
Looking like voo do the way I do magic your new dude is not me but try's and its tragic
A son
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