Lyrics:
get away
Well there'll be fear and there'll be doubt
But they're just things that'll slow you down
Just put 'em all in a great big pile
And stand
breakin' pounds in my room (pounds)
(Offset)
Ayy, I ain't tryna save them (no)
Mama said don't let 'em no where you lay at (mama)
Old bitches back in
puzzled by the way that you're behaving?
You wonder why you do the things you do?
Are you troubled by your lack of resistance?
It feels like something's
thing
She just wanna fuck right now, I want the same thing
I just wanna blow up big and bring my same team
Y'all imitate what's been done, intimidated by
me in my trash bag
Told that bitch to back back this the part of living you can’t get a part of
When the money coming in it's like the carter
This big
Benjamin blue strips, keep that bitch all night
Go and get it for the good old hood
Raised up by shooters, mama tired about the game
So she's flexing like
Big body park it in the driveway
Smoking on some runts by the fireplace
Nowadays can't listen to what God say
I'm too busy turning up to Yahweh
at the back of the shops where the purple wheelie bins are pushed up against the doors that say "fire exit"
The smell of grease, there's a broken glass thing
the toilet
Shred these old letters I wrote
All that old pathetic loathing, closing credits can roll
I'm proud to be back
I'm 'bout to, like a rematch,
Things will never be the same like they were back then
you know i aint really change I'm the same old kid
back when we would never break but for sure
This game ain't free
You can't, you can't
Play a g
I dip and i dash
You know This game ain't free
That shit poking
I want to poke it back
No trust
is up to me and you
We make this thing turn out like we want to
Well, last time I thought about you
Didn't really think that much
And the last time
B-lo
(East side of that B-lo)
Black and pink doors
Neck lit up like it's Reno
(Neck lit up like it's Reno, ah)
Big man, shotgun formation, Dan Marino
Is this thing on?
Oh, I thought they silenced us, Ye
Power to the people
We living in that 31st century, futuristic fly shit
The penthouse is
backstage with no fake MCs
Some leave the room, wanna chat about me MCs
Nah, dead that, diss me, won't like when I send back
There's way too many bars in
to the max, please shoot him in the back
Better but he don't know that, his brain was on the rack
I want me getting big racks, and you getting no stacks
You
didn't change things?
You're still the same old girl you used to be
You can't hide your lyin' eyes
And your smile has been disguised
I thought by now
to the face
(I need that, I want that)
So fast gotta hit on the brakes
Go big you don't know what it takes
(Your call has been forwarded to an automated voice
invincible, not a thing we couldn't do
We thought we knew it all but we didn't have a clue
No no, no no
Putting that aside, there were special times for me
want her, In my backseat
By the time I hit her G-Spot, We sexin' on that Broad Street!!
Cruzin on Guignard, Riding in a Drop Top, Baby sitting next to me
to keep it funky
Yeah, it's a Bad Boy thing
Tumblin' Dice, my man Rash' on the remix tip
Uh, yeah, big shouts to the Uptown Crew
Ugh
To all the people
For all the girls,
Didn't want us when we were nothing
No Thing
Now Lexxus, Flexxus,
To Texas us oh ah
[Chorus]
Now she want be my, be
big things
JC bird gang big wing
Man upstairs pullin' big strings
Butterfly doors make the trap sing
Team too real no capping
Came a long way from
different The things you didn't
Nuff man want smoke
Until smoke just kill them
Ro ro ro your boat gently down the stream
Man try fuck with the styler rhymes
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