Lyrics:
to shake, if I should die before I wake
Chorus: Notorious B.I.G. (repeat 2X)
With my hands gripped.. praise the Lord shit
Our father.. if I should die
You can't walk the streets at night
You're way too short to get on this ride
No I'm not, no I'm not, they're tryna tell me that I
I gotta be home
But yo, it's all good, Range Rover all wood
Do me like you should - fuck me good, suck me good
We be them stud niggas, 'wishing you was' niggas
Popping
it's Post Malone
Don't tell nobody
You remind me of my ex
With way more style
She the type to face the bottle
And really go wild
I've been
And you'll be well suited for the wins, by God's design, yeah
We want it all, less has never been an option
Way to much drive, my nigga, to ever park it
thinkin' that it won't be a joke
Ey
I tried to wait
I lost my way
I'm losing my patience
These niggas is hatin'
I feel all the hate
Upon my soul
I'm goin'
wall we built between me and you
Sorry if I ask for more
It hurts so much to let you go
I wanted you to be my home
Now you're miles away and I'm here
there, woman
Putting people down is less best to you
It just don't pay, Hey, yeah
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
I want people today by starting with a smile
Be
not a rat, but I'm all about my cheddar
Just talked to your homie, she said we should be together
Gave me brain, was so insane that I made her my
Imma alive
I can feel you inside
I can be by ya side when the sky set
Imma rise up with yu
I can ride out with yu
I will always ride
Can yu be by
you should know
I don't need you to be my blanket
Someone else could keep me warm
This is not the way I planned it
Someone else might come along
I know what we got could be be surreal
You already told me just how you feel
I gotta do right by that
I need to get rid of distractions
Said I did
no shoe on my feet
I said I should tell them one time maybe they will listen to me
I have walked 200 miles
Still I don't have the bag
Sometimes its
but
They don't ever wanna come down my way
You should know who you're talking to
I made the beat, slayed the beat, murder, it's true
Crime shoot so I
this ambivalence is running wild
got to be by yourself
but i'm tied up to stay by
got to learn to lean our selves
on these unconditional ways
electric
the diamonds is blinking
Then the bitch get to thinking
I should fuck with a real nigga
Come up with a real nigga
Live it up with a real nigga
Grind 'till
This is not the way, that it goes now
Uh, I'm 24 and I'm real enough to say
If I don't make it big by 30 I'ma kill myself
I bet you think this is
I thought I came here to stay
It's gonna be red eyes back to Boston
It's gonna be a long-haul of wondering
What I could've done
What I should've said
nobody else survived, nobody made it out
I gotta wave the flag on the steps by my lonely
I don't know the miles, girl, I don't know the routes
The only
nobody made it out
I gotta wave the flag on the steps by my lonely
I don't know the miles, girl, I don't know the routes
The only thing I know is this
with what I see
By your side is where I wanna be
Where I wanna be
I've got this feeling that It's gonna be either them or me
feeling treated by all
Streamers waving down saying you're vip
Wonder what it's like to roam the streets of nyc
Hop up off the train and you seem to walk for miles
Through
you should be my boyfriend, boy
The next day you came by looking nice man
I peeped the ice in your ring and cross and
I wanna know can you come
We get that paper baby boy, it's easy
You want to be who? You can't be me
Shorty gave me that ass on GP
Rollin' in a G-500, or the Porsche, roof open
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