Lyrics:
about her past
Her ass be looking good inside the leggings
But I notice that she missing all her edges
I run the game just by running with the felons
Oh, I'd have to be twice as tall
At least to feel better than I do
Yes I'd have to be twice as tall
At least, I mean me multiplied by two (by two)
Don't like it? Too bad, I rock this role
In my world, we play by my rules
With crayons and dreams, we break all the schools
John and Reynor, they've got
But John and Jacob loved to laugh
About basic in Louisiana
Well John passed on by his own hand
And now Jacob has a hard time understanding
‘They said
fake friends yeah I'm over it
Got a tight knit ride or die clique
By the time I made Way Away
I was far away
Yeah I wasn't the same man
Ain't a lame
some gots to have it
Kill or be killed
Only time will reveal
I think by myself
And I drink by myself
From 9-8 until
Let me know it's real son if it's
friend
I bet that's something
She forgot to mention
Golden gloves with the punches
By the way a nigga hit it
Baby girl can try denying
Cause it's so hard
like John Wayne Gacy
Not a killer by nature, maybe just on paper
Not a killer by nature, maybe just on paper
Not a killer by nature, maybe just on paper
Grinding hard for the times when I ain't have shit
Now we do the dash catch a pops wit a bad bitch
Grinding hard for my fam I can't let em down
the church with a boss
Time to proclaim good news
Ayeya
We going so hard we can shatter that backboard
Shatter that backboard
Nothing but net when we shoot
I think it's time where we at with it?
Detroit
Free all my niggas up in Carson
(Let's get it)
My pill prices so cheap I got 'em carding
(You know
Catfish John was a river hobo who lived and died by the river's bed,
Looking back I still remember I was proud to be his friend.
Mama said, Don't go
hard all day
Working hard for everything
A legend never dies
And he'll ride away
This lonely road has taught me
That there's strength within this
gimme brains but the, add liver
The rapper is insane flowing like a mad river
Make your, quiver like you naked at winter
Hollygrove honcho, hard time
honcho, hard time giver
I'm a shark in the water, you just Long John Silver
I got a girl, you wanna meet her? Ha
Her name is nine millimeter
I got
on
The homie Great John on the beat, by the way
Don't Come Outside, Volume 3 out now
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
I'ma fan Heavenly Father but
guap got shot in the face
Want the guap comin in by the case
Tryna pull off in a brand new Wraith
I keep this shyt real ain't got time to play
My niggas
by like a loaded 9
Lewendownski, I'm poaching 5 defenders at a time and by then you will probably know that I am
Losing my mind
I think that I'm
Okay last time, this is drugs
This is your brain on drugs
Any questions?
Welcome home George Young (RIP McBride)
The real Boston George
It's that
Bow wow wow
Yippie yo yippe yay
It’s Alante
Yeah I came bring the pain now
Woo ha woo ha
Gone and say my name
A legend in the making
Sit back
pulse jumps on trampoline (Pow, pow, bounce)
It doesn't look hard as really the first time seems
Checking inventory, I need some shit to heal
(Shit
A G like me don't make love, I fuck hard slowly A G like me don't make love, I fuck hard slowly
Have you ever seen 50 shades of black
Uh, yeah, c'mon
by a boab tree.
Inviting me to do my best.
I collected my Winchester for the last time.
And walked out into the sun.
He looked at me I looked at him.
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