Lyrics:
Yeah got a lot of thinking on my mind lately
Yeah for real
Ha… You what's funny? You get to be my age
You get to be 18 years old and you start
at bars
18 No dreams
Just having a ball
Maturity sounds pleasant as a thought
Ostracizing my awful life with their merry go round
Elevator music prod by
the nigga that sent
Him to handle the problem
Ex-bitch said she pregnant by me
Now she screamin' child support
Man, this bitch hate me, I feel lit
She 'bout
grade
You was always on my mind but I was scared to say things
Good in virtual, but freeze up in person
Melting my cold heart beneath the surface
Sweat
music
Let's see you make something better then
How the fuck you talking bout my music but you talentless
The only thing that you're good at doing is
hood, but they act like they see nothing
I was barely 18 before these motherfuckers starting hating
I knew my real bro's then I had to fucking slide
I had
can be
Pop A tab on my tongue I can't see
Only thing I can motherfucking see
Is that I'm Georgie
Tat it on your lips yee
And call her fucking daddy
Just to show her how that thing really feel
It's really ill what the dilly with T-Boz and Chili?
I'd rather have this big dick than a Big Willie
Cause
to boost the bass when I get busy
I'm rock shockin' the mic, they say my flow so nice yo
I'm smoother than butter, but I'm cold like ice
I'm comin' with
out
When you 18
Leave it out
When she lookin' fine on these
Petals files
On mean while
You just cancel
Like what man
Put a cold verse on a proverb
Like
stop
Sideways in the drop, pour lean like bar
I must confess I's a G by far, Lil' ole Trae, riding blue over gray
While swinging wild like my name Roy
Time flies by
In the blink of an eye
When you get paid for having too much fun
Kicking out the foot lights
Living the night life
Like tomorrow ain't
hustlin, hustlin
Mama been laid off
She ain't workin no mo'
Papa been laid off
He say things done got slow
My brother's been laid off
He been locked
It's a 404
My life's all a lie
My whole life's a lie
5:18am, I'm talking bout a Maybach at a racetrack, face facts
J-Doc said no laid back, wheel
See
I know
N though I'm young
Money don't grow on trees
Only 18
But I done seen some shit
You know
Yea I run wild
Live the fast lane lifestyle
Spent 18 years lost in the wild
This road to no where stretch for miles
Some one told me
You ain't got too many options
You either make it or you dont
on
cy COs done wild out the paper trail I bet show sh*t about covid
Infected dead inmates been thrown off
Pray for my brother P Dot best oldhead
down by the creek?
If you've got cold feet
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Rain on the sidewalk and doubt in her mind
One thing's for
Oh, nah nah-nah-nah, Oh uh oh
She said we're forever, if she ends it I'll get dire
My life is a mess and it gets wild like a fire
"Get your life
eyes
Lighting up this atmosphere
Tonight
A different language I can’t recognize
Sonnet 18 eye of heaven
Shines
Love the feeling of your touch
Want it bad
dancing with your ghost
Listen, said this is my note to you
On why I act and the things I do
Sleepless nights, countless times, too many times
That I've
a AIDS test
Cause I'm gon' go raw anyway
I'm one that like to chase death
But that guy, got to get him hit
Wild hairs and tattoos and spanish
Wait, wait,
don't you go drive a 18 wheeler?
See how it feels to be bigger?
Fixin' the engines and that's just only part of the job
That's real life skills, that's
[Busta Rhymes]
Yo, it all began like, bust it
My nigga City bout to bounce on a trip
We met some niggas with a lot of things they want em to flip
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