Lyrics:
Yeah, mm-mm
Every night, you and I get reminded that time's
Passing by, you know why, and we'll soon say "goodbye"
And from the start (Yeah) we knew
mind right before you six-feet under a plot
I'm in a dream
I'm on the scene
I want the green so I scheme
On everything
Can you believe that we bleed for
Can we slide
For a minute
Got some
Crown
Rose'
Green
I'm on that
YAAAKKKK
And I wanna hit it
Get your girls
Let's get it in
What it do shawty
Your
spring coat that shein copping a no
In Loro Piana might switch it up to supreme
Yadamean green imma broke bitch dream
Got me feeling Tony Soprano rocking
to take it, one punch!
You all up in my business son, ease up!
Don't need your advice I'm advised by my gut
And my motives are love that's where I'm coming
Yeah, riding by myself, well, really, not really (well)
So heavy in the trunk, make the car pop a wheelie
Who? Weezy Baby, or call me Young Baby (yeah)
Yeah, riding by myself, well, really, not really (well)
So heavy in the trunk, make the car pop a wheelie
Who? Weezy Baby, or call me Young Baby (yeah)
speak upon the microphone
I'm outspoken, no jokin', get in my face your jaw will get broken
Layin' it, sayin' it, then you're playing it
Lyrics so heavy
killers
I'm handles by dealers
Well-connected with greed
I'm all white but I produce green
They'll kick in your door, like Bruce Lee
Just to have
much thinking
MC's are blinking the third eye
When I pass by
Mackalicious got the sweet potato
Fried for you motherfucker
I touch the microphone i do
We gon' ball 'til we fall
Get drunk and choke
Breathe up on that green
Meet me back at the store
Repeat 1
[Gangsta Boo]
I'm watchin' this
always prepared
Got sons you don't know about, ones you don't know about
Buns by the tons, mad guns and we going out
What!!
[swizz beatz]
It ain't over,
unfortunate
You had an alloy spoke Mongoose
And I had a Huffy
You owned a green machine
Three different lunch pails
I had a go-cart that I built from
niggas know I'm the king
This green I smoke we call it dro'
It's deadliest from Memphis Tenn
You see my folk we ain't no joke
Don't turn this into
me by the thunder. (thunder)
The trumpet sounds way down in my sanctified soul.
I haven't got long to stay here.
Green trees are bending. (are
the words I say because
(This type of shit, it happens every day) uh
(How you livin' Biggie Smalls?) I'm surrounded by criminals
Heavy rollers, even
me
Or get slit bitch you couldn't slip nothin' by me
Try me and I'll pop shots like I'm supposed to
I'm from the field where the covers are
the words I say because
(This type of shit, it happens every day) uh
(How you livin' Biggie Smalls?) I'm surrounded by criminals
Heavy rollers, even
from goin' heavy metal
I'm just one angel away from blockin' out the devil
Just one mountain away from meetin' all my rebels
Too much power, too many
the hint of weed when we roll though
Gotta keep a few P's for the whole crew
Heavy clouds of the smoke fill the whole room
Know I keep the fresh green like
wells are abandoned by the green berets
The lifeboats sink in front of the ones who wait
And think that there's a way out of this misery
And fold their
to quarantine
His crops and livestock boost the economy
Many would travel by boat to see him
His image don most schools and coliseums
A merchant, hustle those
Gotta fill the void
I got niggas paranoid
Thats the shit that I live for
Aye... Aye...
I gotta get it
I gotta get it
By any means
I gotta get it
I gotta
the catalogues
Young gods, heavy dialogue
Quotables from my monologue
Villie boy pull up by the block
Flip flops, and the white socks
No sleep, let the dream talk
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