Lyrics:
around the way
Feelin good today
I hear the(gunshot), but I'm here to stay
[Verse 1]
Well it's a beautiful day in the neighborhood
A beautiful day in
Pick me up, I've fallin' again
Comin' back around like a record spins
So take the needle off me cuz' I'm not for play
I came along way to make
let me give you the exclusive and break it down to ya
She saw him at the movies, at the mall buyin' her jewelry
Wait, don't jump to conclusion 'cause
got me feening I'm Jodeci-ing I feel like weezy in that first Cash money meetingI got the talent bae if you can manageMight can drive a stick but this
She hit my line when it’s time
Yeah she know I’m a must
She just ready to bust
Heard she looking for love
Hear she looking for me
But I ain’t looking
This the one
Okay
Get off work, and bring it to me
Treat it like the 2000’s, she yellin’ screw me
We just chopping it up like how you doing
Then
guns left the Bishop dead gave
Me some trouble once
Hallelujah, I'm about to put
Some halos through ya
Twin ultra boys nicknamed righteous Rugers
Cats in
round
Smack smack smack, he love the macaroni sound
Pipe down, I don't wanna hear a sound (nah)
That's this ass clapping, got cake by the pound
Now
Some switched up on me pressured
By whispers near
I been on this road
No more debris it's endless
Ain't nothing left for me
Nothing else to fear
You can start over from scratch if you know you faked it (You Hear Me)
You ain't a dope boy or a killer you a momma's baby (Keep It Real)
Don't let yo
the lobby gets swept
I wish Smack was here to tell you "you can't copy respect!"
You and your posse upset ya'll never got me to stress
Real recognize real is
the lobby gets swept
I wish Smack was here to tell you "you can't copy respect!"
You and your posse upset ya'll never got me to stress
Real recognize real is
Claimin' that you're a Gyalist
Claimin' that you're a gangster
Claimin' you gon' rob me
Claimin' that you're a Trapstar
Claimin' that you gon'
money? You silly
If I owe a nigga then kill me
Put fire on that boy, we just did him, yeah
(Woo)
Too many of these niggas gone, nigga
Go pick up your bro
thing, my nigga, you a beta
We don't play no games
Riding 'round Orlando, see ya later
Call me renegade
Orlando was the place where these
Haters all get
at?
But can he do the fucking things I do?
Like bitch be for real
If you don't hear from me tomorrow, just know that it's been real
I've been doing bad
plays me, I just write, the right lines
While keeping tight, the ones stuck, by my side-
Who said this is easy? This is just how I learned to move-
gimme 25
by spots and hit the door, I hear somebody knock
damn how time flies when you havin fun
all the things we did when we were young
still stayed
Since I was born, they couldn't hold me down.
Another misfit kid,in another burned-out town.
I never played by the rules, I never really cared.
Martin Luther King till my nigga Sin
For him I'm all in
" ... muthafuckin' bullet
I got your back
Goddamn right 'cause
You don't hear me though
of those that pounce bounce slow on the dick
I don't give a shit about celebrity
But motherfuckers did ya happen to see who's here? Me
The bottom feeder
disturbance in my system
And now I’m fishin for symptoms that bring me up to new demintions so I picture your face gettin destroyed by a blender
You aint
there's no one here but me
So why do I still feel her?
[Chorus]
Isn't she long gone by now?
I heard she was livin' in a west coast town
Sellin'
will I heal
Will I ever be the same I hope I will
Keep telling yourself the world's
Gonna be just fine
Ya'll playing by the rules but
I'm gonna live by
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