Lyrics:
or a maitre'd
A Playboy Bunny, even if you can't see
I don't give a damn if you security
Or you got a degree, at USC
My uncle, my cousin, or my auntie
nigga, Yeah
The hustlers before you is your treasure map
I just watch they moves and then I edit that
I add a lil razzle dazzle
A lil spin move
Yea, Brando
Just close your eyes, and breathe it all in
Yeah, look
From them Army gated communities,
Defeated by the world, I was thinking that it
me so well, that I grabbed that gold
I left his dead ass there by the side of the road, yeah
other
I don’t know how we would make it by
But I believe if we lean on one another
We can get ourselves through this night
But if we just
Slow down
(Yeah
old
I swear my heart beats to the radio
I swear my heart beats to the radio
Bought my first car for 200 bucks
My uncle cut me a deal yeah it was just
(one)
Now them squares seventeen like Uncle Grady's son (yeah)
These are more than words, this is more than rap
This is the streets and I am the trap
girl)
Hey DJ (on the request line girl)
Play a record by my favorite band
I like to hear my favorite song on the radio
So I called and requested
I remember times at my nanie house
Pot cooking on the cooker food never running out
Hand me downs from my uncle he got bars too
But didn't hand me
Tell me, where should I begin, yeah yeah yeah
The Purple Heart Kid
Tell me, where should I begin, yeah
These are my intensions
Tell me, where should
tell by your posture smoke so much herb that I feel like a rasta
Got new ways to do old things kept the faith yeah I know things got the will power
and shoulders
I swear, cause these lyrics comin sharp like shear
So put my name up in your mouth, I double-dare you, yeah
[ CHORUS: J. Sands ]
Yeah, some MC's
life
If you gon drive I'll ride , Long as you by my side
All this fuckin drip forever
Ain't no edit this a movie nigga I'm the director (skrr)
You
year gotta call
By some new label trying to sign me
(Trying to sign me)
I was on the job at the time like
Damn this is good timing
(This is good timing)
fears and run them demons out it. By the Blood of Christ yeah we gone see horizons
I been at the Cross that's how I keep on writing. I get too excited
blanket and a bottle of wine (Yeah)
Feels something like summertime
Top down ain't nothing but time
Radio's on and you're by my side,
Feels something
Say yeah, 'Trakk!
I apologize man, it was last minute
So me ask for this in advance
SLR, yeah
Said they lean on me
Niggas tried to dream on me
Uncle Ricky
Would you read us a bedtime story?
Please, huh? Please?
Alright, you kids get to bed
I'll get the story book
Y'all tucked in? (yeah
Uncle Ricky
Would you read us a bedtime story?
Please, huh? Please?
Alright, you kids get to bed
I'll get the story book
Y'all tucked in? (yeah
bitch
My uncle got the strap inside the trunk, get hit hollows, bitch
Countin' all these racks, and it look like Monopoly
And all my niggas by my side,
get it
This is the radio edit
Can't sing about all our fun
You gotta hold my tongue
You gave me your number
I gave you my keys
First taste
Dreams she get so keen
She cause that scene
She count that green
You know what mean
By God's Grace I know these things eyy
Low self esteem tryna put
and dumped bodies in the motherfuckin' wilderness
I'm a wildebeest, and I'll concealed the piece even after I was busted by Warren Police
You think just
tree top of the trunk
Moonshine drunken monk, Ya head, get shrunk
The touch of skunk, I be fuckin' bitches by the chunk
My name black, do words wanna
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