Lyrics:
looking for me nigga I ain't hiding
Drop your lo was serving smoke had Darielle on side me
This a marathon ain't racing
I ain't stopping til I make it
I
Doing this shit for the good of my health fuck a feature a label I’ll do it myself
I was struggling desperate just looking for help
Now I’m serving
scary
My lor nigga he wildn he 15
That lor nigga he ain't even gotta dream
He think he rich cuz he serving dope fiens
I sat him down & showed him what
knees when I'm serving her meal
She riding fast and she know I don't brake
Everybody has a bad day Everybody got a worst day
When I come in its
Honestly baby you worth it
Kowabunga I done went surfing
To keep it one hundred
Baby you perfect
Know them niggas be lurking
Want whatever you serving
For
If squeaky girls get the grease, then chunky girls get the butter
The price is always right when your mind is in the gutter
Serving and stirring up
been just moving the weight im serving the feans
To give you like anything
I got the bitches like lined up on knees
But get no attention im smoking this
fucking pretty women wasn't planned
I work the block I'm too consistent stay in high demand
Nineteen on me I'll forever walk in timberland
I'm serving vibes
Gon' happen is 1 or 2 things
Pull the trigger kill that nigga
And he Haunt you in yo dreams, That's a Murder charge
Serving 15 in the Bink, or you FREEZE
more then her serving the coochie and ceding control
Swervin' the Highlander in the snow
Both about as high as we can go
Lost some racks off of canceled
Eyes open
Gray ceiling above
Gray walls closing
Reggie just feel like giving up
He's serving 15 years for 7 grams of Mary Jane
The only reason
feelings know I gotta feel through it
I'm divinity, releasing anything that isn't serving me
Multidimensional, spiritual
Embrace my limitless power
I think
Serving dog food and whores pussy was his only flaw
Night on the strip he was jonesing by the store with a red bone
She showed him ass he wanted more
Serving drinks in New Orleans
Made a few friends and then you headed east
To Seaside, where the time flies
And everybody seems to have the time of their
company grabbing me locked with the strap
Cannot be fooled
Spilling out drool
Needing some gruel
I serving up something that having me using a tool
Focus
Driving me crazy
Dropping it down like its 4 and a baby
Wet like the navy
Serving that dope like she back in the 80's
My kinda lady
Put in that work and you
serving shake just to earn them a daily pay
Going through trials and tribulations a daily thing
I told them keep they head high
Praying to the lord every
Life is a bitch I'ma merry her
If I do not do it nobody will
I'm serving the block with my catalogue
Selling your honesty selling your soul
Saying you
but always feel like I’m just boring them
I guess this shit all started back in school in auditoriums
The serving size is one but fuck that shit I’m
flip it fast flip it fast
It was me and bro working we was serving custy bags
Next rule number 3 next rule number 3 keep it quiet
Don't be telling niggas
out the way still got all the cheat codes (Aye)
Put me next to a rap bitch i’ll murk ha
Imma keep it clean won’t be mean I won’t hurt ha
I be serving
the same energy how I be
I got mood swings
Take a look at my mood rings
You think you hurt me
Stay acting like you serving
How you hating
I don't see you
living lavish
Lavish
And when it’s time to scam we no they dull when it’s time to scam we they damage
Damage
We cashing out bricks till dawn
And Serving
she need celine
That’s apart of my life that I ain’t seen
Lor baby I ain’t serving crack feins
I’m cool dude gotta lor name
I just stay in my lane & I
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