Lyrics:
missin' me by inches
And they say how do you survive weighin' one-sixty-five
In a city where the skinny niggas die?
Tell Mama, don't cry
Even when
"Oh my lovely God"
Sippin' syrup, watchin' out for serpents
Touch my surface, then it's closed curtains
Oh my God, you're meetin' God in person
Oh
He said, "Now don't you be that way
You know how much I love you
I can't hardly sleep at night
And when I do I dream of you
And by the way, Shorty,
a mai-tai
One time I earled all over my shit
But I came back with a new fit
How you like me now? I'm gettin' busier
You only had two shots, I'm watchin
line, BM on the text
Pocket watchin' tryna go [?]
I'm not happy with my label by they don't understand
I deserve much better is that too much to demand?
boy
so keep your mind on your business
the streets don't love you naw
so keep your game legit
she say she love you for life
you gettin cash by the K
she
You the main reason why I never trust a female
I'm cool by my lonely while I run to the money
Heart cold I can freeze a bitch when I speak
Niggas call
you've been watchin', I know you've been seein' me
I know you've been watchin' at my back from the evil ones
Fly to the sky, fly to the sky, fly
your lips
Oooh
I don't wanna stop just because
People walkin' by are watchin' us
I don't give a damn what they think
I want you now
I don't wanna
Patiently watchin waitin for a come up
Get your spot took, we rob land like white man
Plans to overthrow your whole shit by shaking your hand
highlight like 'Nique ('Nique)
And my diamonds are so unique (bling)
Heard the alphabet boys still watchin' me
All this D&G on me and my freak (Dolce)
they're gonna beat my ass
Hit a quick cut, run by the Ave.
Go to the Valley you know I gotta laugh
Jogged to the third floor runnin' the dope spot
on the run and I better run fast
'cause if I don't they're gonna beat my ass
Hit a quick cut, run by the Ave.
Go to the Valley you know I gotta laugh
Jogged
hangin' out the window
Watchin' all the cars go by, roarin' as the breezes blow
Crazy lady, livin' in a bag
Eatin' outta garbage pails, used to be a fag hag
been fuckin' in the shower so my dreads soaked (yo)
I been fuckin' on the counter 'cause my bed's soaked (yo)
You know my lean nice and cold like some
Chea you could get got on the spot
Shot in the club parking lot from the AK
I’m shootin’ ‘till the trigger get hot, ahh
Pull my sleeve over my hand
Damn yo shit, man i jus had a bad ass mutha fuckin dream bleap bleap man (mane wat the fuck you want), i jus had a bad ass mutha fuckin dream man
who play them games
You can check my gangsta files
I been putting in work since 1985
Got an angel by my side
All my demons always beggin' me
the sky watchin' over you
Would you hide in his hands and you'll be brand new?
Like a God
Like a God
Like a God
oh
Oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh
Isn't that the good life is a simple one
Sittin' in the yard watchin' the leaves go by
Reading good books and playing
i just like to take it day by day
ask me what i want and i say either way
keepin it low won't get no play by play
and i just need you to hold me down
the juice OJ (Uh huh)
She thirsty but its OK
Come get what you need lil' baby (Come get it)
You can tell i got tree by the fragrance (Tree)
You got blunt, I
The rapper you gotta have in your chatter,
You be gatherin' data, to mom and dad it's a matter,
Cause they lad is fanatical, for this Vladic, this
ha)
I'm on that Grey Goose, higher than a pelican (damn)
Sophomore year, but I spit it like a veteran (yup)
Gangsta, gangsta, you can tell by
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