Lyrics:
theories
Concealed indictments handed to the grand jury
Get some money now, you hated by your own kind
The home invasion done by niggas in your bloodline
theories
Concealed indictments handed to the grand jury
Get some money now, you hated by your own kind
The home invasion done by niggas in your bloodline
Another Friday by myself all alone but nowadays everybody hitting my phone
No I.D so the calls unknown but the real ones know
Everybody going
it's Friday night and I'm tryna get into something
Last minute like an argument, I find it funny
Bout $10 worth of gas, yeah
Pray to God that I don't
a game. Wagner did a great job holding him back there that wasnt easy.
COMMENTATOR 1:
Second down and five at the Washington 20-yard line. 14:10
keeping it real with me
'Cause I ain't got no fear, under the atmosphere
Trying to stay high, as long as we down here
Listen closely, see what we bout here
you do that I call it dope boi magic
I get it nine in tha morning by night it just plastic
How you do that I call it dope boi magic
I'm fresh ta death
my rhyme and get the hell away
Just last week when I was walking down the street
I observed this lovely lady that I wanted to meet
I walked up to her
]) Haters bow down and kiss the pinky rang mayne
(Big Diamond Rang) Ay
[Hook - Rasaq]
Ay you could tell by my (pinky rang that I'm so throwed)
Ay, Uh-Ey - Ay
It's ninety-three degrees,
And the radio says a storm front's movin' in
Sure is hot
There's a double feature down at the Fox,
But everybody's
your crowd) We layin down tighter than plaques
When I blast I wild like them two bitches from Baps
Yo, the Hong Kong Fooey, human tornado like Rudy
remember my rhymes and get the hell away
Just last week when I was walking down the street
I observed this lovely lady that I wanted to meet
I walked up
Before my second year of college, you were barely seventeen.
I was haulin' hay for your Daddy, an' you brought me a glass of tea.
To a farm boy
Second lines pity crimes
Down to a gun call all from a phone call
I done been through it all
Well you forgot my name fiend
And I don't fuck around
at my head
Bro! This ain’t the Malcolm X movie
We growing from that moment
Let ‘Ye be ‘Ye and wait a second
Do y’all agree
With that? Let ‘Ye be ‘Ye! Wait
dope on a Monday)
Now we rollin' hard into Friday
(Now we rollin' hard into Friday)
(Let's go)
(Let's go)
(Let's go!)
(Haha)
64 Chevy down the byway
Wouldn't be in water to begin
Sorry that I had to cancel plans
Call you back when you're done with your friends
Friday
Are you up
Sunday
Flights
Don't call
one
I'll buy the bar a round
Let's pound' em down
Yea it's all good fun
Until the morning sun
10 AM on Saturday
Man, what have I done?
I'll never
down
On Friday night
There's nothing in the sky
There's so much out there we can't see
I feel it passing by
I will not wait
For anyone
To get
you spare me ten dollars?
Hey, what do you say Mr. Cardiac
I'll pay you on Friday
But can't you help me with a dime?
Don't tell Chameleon Man
The bottom line is money
International banksters, gangsters
Yes, the banksters, banksters, banksters...
[Intro: Hell Razah]
60 Second Assas', (black
waylaid, an emergency stop
I smelt the last ten seconds of life, I crashed down
On the crossbar and the pain was enough to make a shy
Bald buddhist
Bigger house, 10,000 dollar purse fam
She let you in, she wanted rent by the 1st man
She the ring leader in a clique of birds
And they shadowy, like
again
Life's a game, you held me back, you'll never get the code again
No amount of frames per second could ever help you load again
I'm Xbox One X
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