Lyrics:
a joke
My mind isn't open like it was i was just 19 I'm hoping
To fly but I'm broken
Brothers i had by my side shit i still wonder why we aint spoken but
all good
Im all good, the way that I should
With a big bright smile
Walking through my neighborhood
Aint got no money, yes Im still kinda poor
But I
to survive, or
Do you need a balla? so you can shop and tear the mall up?
Brag, tell your friends what I bought ya
If you couldn't see yourself with a nigga
to the revolution
Keep the money
I would rather have my soul
They want power and control
That's their number one goal
All my friends turn to foes
Look how easily they
problem I'll do it again
Since I met Ben, I don't care 'bout no friend
I'd rather get pussy, you kick it with men
Money my honey she stay at the bank
You
over and over again
Not for the faint of heart by the way
A millionaire's phoning a friend
Gripping her hair while he's holding her head
Wonder if he
Amigos
Familia
No puedo decir qué es real
Nada en la vida es real
Have you eva had ya heart toyed with Fishermen?
Romeo n Juliet can't touch what you did
Got 5 on your belt
You get caught with that pistol
Extra 1 for each bullet
Your mama's gon miss you
But that's the risk we take
We got to get this cake
money) Man,
I'm sick and tired of these games that they playin G, why ya'll keep feeding us with these
Bogus ass lies, curd oil is down, (but the gas is
delusion.
My friends an illusion. What on earths collusion.
Yeah I know I'm dumb with no resolution.
Oh fuck pollution, dropped destitution.
Now we need
want the smoke you can get ash
This is my ghetto life poetry
Money, bitches and violence is the only quote for me
This is the only language that
(Now I’m getting paid with royalties as an independent artist)
(Getting money underground)
(And not saying anything but putting out this music for
the peace to release by the souls of your feet
And you sing a simple song to a simple beat
People ask me why I scream so much
Its just my old friend anger
about to throw a couple thousand
I love the way she slow dance
She make me throw more bands
Grabbing ass with both hands
She in luv with the dope man
She
bands
I need me some ends ion need me no friends
Smoking on dope when I hopped out the Benz
Ran up my money bout to cop me a coupe
It's a nice day so I
Look
Look I was humble from all of the times I was hurt
Now I'm putting that shit in the dirt
Mixing my blunt with my problems that shit never worked
y’all
Yeah I can be respectful and I can be helpful but. I cannot pretend that we cool or friends hell naw
I’ve never been one to buy the shit they sell
out the ice on my fist
Cardier wear flexin' on the wrist
And my niggas makin' money like they supposed to
The front seat of my Lac, feels just like
anymore my soul has just left out the door
I cannot keep this up with you
I think that's it we're done we're through
I said that leaving was my choice,
even knowing our lives were at risk
Niggas who doing the most be hoes, don't wanna be friends I'm good with the bros
All pockets full like I fuck with
like a subway from the ground
In springtime, I was standing
With a brown dog by my side
I was sweating I was staring at Mayan ruins
Then I was next
(Uh)
Tell'em whenever they meddle with me, I got metal inside of my denim
And I put my trust in my dawg, if he wanna go off
Imma pull off his leash,
appear, boo
My guys know I’m better when I'm with you (Uh huh)
I know you need me, like I need you (Of course)
Just stay by my side, fuck a rear view (Fuck
Yeah yeah
Drewzi CLE in this bitch
Big steppin on your neck bitch
You know I get the bag
I get that bag
Then I'm gone with the bag
You ain't gon see
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