Lyrics:
on that mission
Don't come home unless you drop baе boy
Told Lil School bro go on that mission
She bend it over, I divе in that water
Shorty a baddie, I
shit
Tell me its king shit only
We gotta do for ourselves
We gotta do by our lonely
Cuz niggas is hungry hungry
We at the bottom bottom
All we
lost your only friend
The night goes by and you should've been home by ten
There's a lot to say about the nice girl
But she's not gonna say it
Bags on the boy, come and make you a purchase
Robberies, I am not with the burglary
Dukie been dodging these groupies
No time for the hoochies, I duck
Rewind the clip
Yeah, I'll start by taking back
It's Spring of '17
Sitting shotgun there in my car
You said celebrities are sad, no matter how big or small
Hangin' with tha balla boys
Played on tha right team
But tampered with tha wrong toys
In and out of different situations glad we made it
Old Mardi Vegas tha
blink
Cause i'm so mean
Ah shit boy, you best not toy
I made it on the scene, by being ultra mean
I'm po don't make me angry, i'll take away your blanky
ways
To finish the road that I already done paved getting lifted
Boy, it's facts that I write down lines
Then I spit
They sing along
Now I call them
of my childhood will never be forgotten
It was just an old plywood boat
A '75 Johnson with electric choke
A young boy two hands on the wheel
I can't
of my childhood will never be forgotten
It was just an old plywood boat
A '75 Johnson with electric choke
A young boy two hands on the wheel
I can't
don't look like a tweaker
But they always had some questions
Said I'm with the boy icy and we got some good intentions
Any charges in the past our music
Rose
Whoa, whoa
It's the voice of the South Brook
Home to so much hidden talent that gets overlooked
Shouts to all my people gettin' money on and off
through a fuckin' room
I'm in flight
Nigga so geeked that I ain't feeling right
And I just wanna come down
Get back home from Mars
Call a fucking paramedic
shoulda stayed at home
One band, on my kicks
Twist on top my mid Dunks
I'm on my Corona shit
I hit you with a fist bump
Black and yellow Off White hoodie
always told me I'm destined to rise (rise)
This my ascension boy I hope I'm not afraid of heights
While I be chasing supernovas and the brightest lights
litty
by any means you know I'm gon get it
She acting mean I tell her to sit it
Pull out yo tongue gon get with it
I be goin dumb they say that I'm
it's boy to tell you the truth
I done grown, and you know I headed straight for the green
Baby, I know what I got if you know what I mean
Feelin'
I gotta little booty
But it jiggle in that thong
Watch yo tone, boy I'm grown
I can take all this back home
If you don't know how to treat
A 5-star
But in summer of 94
I found out it's who you know
I was 16 smokin'on green and nicotine
Makin' money by hustlin so I could live my dream
I grew up
when the lights turn off
(And you're so soft)
And I won't tell anyone how last week, I came home
Got undressed and pressed into the warmth of his back
Ayy
It's trippyjoe let's go
Yeah you know what I'm sayin boy
Back on this beat
Let's go
It's trippyjoe
Let's go
I remember cold nights sitting
(WOO)
And she like 'Boy, you tha truth' (You tha truth)
And he like (yeah) 'Boy, you tha truth' (you tha truth)
And she like (hold up) 'Boy, you tha
to be Dick and Jane
That's a inside joke; so I can't explain
You say I'm jealous when you speak' 'bout your homeboy
If that's your home boy; how come I
at abandon buildings
Stash house feel like home when I'm counting benjis
Try to get it right but it's always going left
Pray for me cause I'm a mess
Lord knows
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