Lyrics:
I'm high for the weekend, roll up
Drink uneven, I'm stuck
Right by the deepend, hold up
Get your feet in, no rush
No such thing as love
Not tonight
missed a shooting star going by
While lookin' at my feet, at a crack in the sidewalk
An old tin can by the side of the road
I nearly missed a rainbow
I
Everybody I wanna say, "What goes up?"
Vertically movin', I know it's 'bout to blow up
Thinkin' when I hit the stars I'mma slow up? Hold up
[Chorus]
Well, I bet you heard
If you ever read the word
Of the Good Book, it took God
Seven days to make the Earth
And he made the moon and stars
beautiful deathly delight
Morning is far away night is here
Above the black sky is crystal clear
Stars are fading, like never before
The night is my gown I
the dark there's a light every night
Sleep tight tuck you in never lie
You a star just chase yo dreams and neva look back
I'm 3 And 0 ain't striking out
No I
three steps from leaving the ground
This hope taking shape in the stars
Ooooo it's Not the end we've been fooled
My feet finally leaving the ground
I know
with addiction alcoholic like P
No submitting both spittin' up in college like G's
My focus not there we probably both got B's
You're the star RB, I'd
Yea
Yea yea yea
Yea yea yea
Yea yea yea
Yea yea yea
Yea yea yea
When I pull up top of key for 3
Thas money
When I pull up in that coupe on feet
Thas
Check my feet
These niggas gone hate
That fine by me
We ain't never gotta speak
Pull up in a wraith
From a grand marquis
God laid his hands on me
I
All I ever wanted was a smaller pair of shoes to fill
But cramped feet don’t take you very far
All I wanted was short cut that was actually short
But
“Missed Yo Beat”
Hook
I play for keeps,
Please move your feet,
Gave up on me,
Gimme 3 feet,
Don’t play with me,
You missed your beat,
Bitch,
inna car
Gun warfare, see di chief of staff here, 3-star
Badder than dem by far, badder than dem by near
Inna peace, inna war
Walk-by, drive-by inna
daughter got is "Love & Hip Hop"
Nowadays niggas turn up for the sex
Niggas turn up for the money, never turn up for the movement
Ratchet reality stars
I've been grinding like a 1 2 3 4 5 star recruit
Putting in that work, tryna get that loot
Yeah I need that money right nooooww
Ballin like a one 1 2 3 4
nice
*UP!
instrumental
*GENERATION LOVE
sample: generation love - this is generation love
*POSITIV ENERGY
sample: we got the positive energy
*MAKE
blame it on the liquor
All Star I'm in my 2-3 zone, I got a pistol in the car that's about 2 feet long
Pockets fat as fuck yea that's what's up
Yo
blame it on the liquor
All Star I'm in my 2-3 zone, I got a pistol in the car that's about 2 feet long
Pockets fat as fuck yea that's what's up
Yo
blame it on the liquor
All Star I'm in my 2-3 zone, I got a pistol in the car that's about 2 feet long
Pockets fat as fuck yea that's what's up
Yo
the shine
Gettin to it so inline
I'm influenced by the gold
I do it if I tried
I'mma get 'em every time
Ready 1...2...3...grind!
them, they be on your case
You go under, six feet underground
You gets no love from the Oaktown
I drive my top everyday like a movie star
Drive
Every chip from every cup
Every promise given up
Every reason that's not enough
Is falling, falling at your feet
Every band, elastic limit
Every
down, I stick my head up my dick is
being sucked down, by a bitch named what now
I look in her eyes, and her eyes are like an orange stars
Look
One of y'all niggas gon' be fuckin' with me
I got two bad bitches gon' be rubbin' my feet
I got three young niggas down to bust out the heat
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