Lyrics:
I got the pack of Rough Riders in the back of the Pathfinder
You know the epilogue by James Todd Smith
I get swift with the lyrical gift
Hit you
to
conjugate the pass never easy
present no perfect the future
aint have condition but i like
the monent what we enjoy
i give you house baby girl i
give you
not a put down
I put my foot down
And then I make some love, I put my root down
Like Sweetie Pie by the Stone Alliance
Everybody knows I'm known for
the opposition with the Smith & Wesson catch a body I put that on mom too
All these niggas been testing me like i'm not with it just know that i'm taking your life
definitely lied, ha!
Yo, I got racks on racks
Count it up I got stacks on stacks
Already know that I got the blow
Now that's what I call Sam Sack On Crack
Sam
RIP Ivy Smith you gone but never forgotten
I'ma hold it down put this shit on my back
Ya heard me
Low ridin' on a hunt with
A big pocket rocket
We
Designer, Raf Simons
Too high, Chinese
Two blunts, Siamese
I got yo bitch up on this gas and nigga she like it
She know the Migos gotta smash, nigga she
If i make it through, i'm with my crew
You know how we do, this life choose
We don't lose, we gone shoot
Ain't got no snooze, drive and boost
I'm
get gutter on this motherfuckers why'know
It's how we do it (yeah)
Feel me baby?
Yo yo stay away from 38 tech nines and shotty
I
up for that
Acting and that cappin', bitch
She talk smart, I bat that bitch
I'ma flip 'em for Sam Savage, bitch
We get active with them ratchet sticks
fall off, nigga (ain't never gon' fall off nigga)
Niggas say this and that but you know that's all talk nigga (they all talk)
I don't stress nothing
The Tragedy of Mr. Smith
None of us know how they control us - undercover
All our secrets saved
These endless different data files
letter strings
calm, I know how to handle it
I vanish in a Vanquish
50 thousand on these Sam Smith's
Hunnid grand in my pant's
Countin' money's romantic
Keep a hunnid,
arepas de la abuela, our post-colon
art of resistance? can't the deep structure of
our food be how we were never kings, in the
flavor of our needs, in
We so use to this one track life
But in the back of our mind
We know this track ain't right so we just
I'm so stuck in my ways
Popped a pill
We so use to this one track life
But in the back of our mind
We know this track ain't right so we just
I'm so stuck in my ways
Popped a pill
you miss
Goodbye trick bitch
Hard hit by battle licks
Stay ready and watch
Boots are all over
We rock black ones
Others stay undercover
Recon is
to do a hit before I trust you niggas
Never really added up, subtract it and you see the difference
Know you gotta see the whole board, bitch, I'm Bobby
never let me down
Get up, I get down
Get up, I get down
Get up, I get down
Get up, I get down
Get up, I get down
Get up, I get down
We are all
feel, oh-oh-oh
Never knew a love like this before but I know it's real
Search the whole world but I'll never find another love like you
Your love's so
[Ratcliffe]
The gold of Cortes
The jewels of Pizarro
Will seem like mere trinkets
By this time tomorrow
The gold we find here
Will dwarf them by far
glitters ain't gold
All these chains on my neck like from Egypt
All this water on me, got 'em seasick
Where the fuck you was boss, we ain't never seen it
a candy; gauze taped to my wrist
See we all know about Hebru Brantley, but no one taught us to spell it
Swear to god I couldn't stand telling my mom I was
by
Stop in at the Saturday Night Fish Fry
It was rockin', it was rockin'
You never seen such scufflin' and shufflin' 'til the break of dawn
It was
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