Lyrics:
Case number twenty-three, all rise (Yessir) unacceptable
Its ya boy Krayko Breezy right here A.K.A The Golden Kid
Sir, you're a second time offender
If it's up then it's lit for you
Each guy keep a stick or two
Any second they'll lose it
If we broke then we sticking you
Ain't no morals
a winner
Got everybody listening from young to old
I'm feeling like a savage dealing damage reaching passage
Way past average making these classics
Hoping I
the payment
I’m still owed my reparations
Taking out loans for my damn education
I don’t even know if its stunting my greatness
Grandma had a stroke, second
day plays in July
At 18 in front of me
I saw a young friend die
That takes the child out of man
My innocence had left
look deep in my eyes
You'll see
on my Patek
Took them cuffs off totin' automatics
This the shit we get a rush for
All this rose gold look like duck sauce
In the Maybach with a young
seconds
Shit, I guess they want some mo'
Bitch
Now slyde, Bitch(x7)
Criss cross, step right
Slyde, now I'm jiggin' it
Lean left, rock right
Wipe me down in
shitty Instagram live
Telling big lies, claiming big slime, boy you bout to make it big time
Wish I had like ten dimes every ten times you spit another
chorus X2
Before i sleep i pray to the lord my soul to keep and
if i should die before i wake i pray to the lord my
soul to take for goodness sake
give chase
Halloway looks at the strange young boy
He sees him for what he is
Mister Dark made younger again by the
Power of the carousel
Charles picks
Verse 1:
I may look nice young and sweet
Look you in the eyes, you think i am incomplete
consumed by my big brown eyes
From your head to your toe, i
And I could predict that by 2023 the team will packing these shows up
Back to back to back to bring back another classic rap song
Imagine if I never
Most of my moves ain't justified
Make my own rules I don't just abide by 'em
Shorty she a snack but she just a side item
Say her daddy is a cop put
a leader not a follower
(my muthafuckin TRU tatoo) Uuunnnggghhh!
Chorus (2X): Murder, murder, murder, murder
187, cause I don't give a fuck
the room, time to rinse off
Crowd by the pool, we been on ten
Hope this night don't end, yeah
Stranger hold hands, club, we slow dance
Strip in the room,
deserve it
When I take my last breath
I'll be by your side
Mmm, yeah
And then a second later he said
you follow me yeah
Follow me into eternity
Yeah
young age girl
You be like a muffer without the tunch cage
Imagine a second I be not at the right place
If you don’t or do even dog play
Keep ears all my
get 10 more
But just like a g I remained calm
No witnesses a few more weeks I'll be going home
But as the fucking police car drove off g
I
over and over
Minus ten below cold
Drag luggage of my belong
With no place to call home
I swear my life is not a joke Will Farrell
Like I deserve
Andre
Till the year 3000 like I'm Andre
Only making classics like I'm on Dre's beats
First place is mine, second I will not take
I'm the king
on a mission
So more gun shots by some young niggas
And now the media consider y'all some dumb niggas
And where you at, I done came from that
So I know
the stage
And I call you when I wake up drunk
My arms are cold and my head is sunk
They say the lights go up at ten PM
Just make sure you're okay by then
don't need no new friends, I was with my new hoe
I just poured some Easter pink, no, this ain't no nouveau
My shirt made by Louis V, every day buy new
the witness didn't show up
Look out in drug stores (but I'm slippin') bare approach the look out
Be off the block by ten, the kite was sent
Then all those
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