Lyrics:
prom— I promise!
This is a token of my affection
Keep me by your side you'll never need no protection
I'm here to make right what is destined
I love
flicks
Called videos (hoo)
Turn off the got-damn radio
Cause they don't show y'all what y'all need to know
Cant fade it though, Lord don't fade it yo
Them niggas stay hating i could never be like you
Say he got hands I could fight too
That boy say he a shooter
Young man we got pipes too
Pray that we
videos
Snoop gettin old & pac is really gone
Soo i jus wana keep cali on..but what happened to the cali love
I see artist hate lovin this young artist
He stays the same
When you just can't face tomorrow
When you're down deep in the sorrow
When your faith is on the edge
Don't be afraid to step
and riches
I'll put the mic down
And leave my legacy to reign on all these bitches
I love you so much
Sometimes I can't breathe
But I still find that standing
and riches
I'll put the mic down and leave my legacy to reign on all these bitches
I love you so much sometimes I can't breathe
But I still find that standing
to schmooze
Cause our videos get millions of views
Millions of views by millions of you’s
Purping and lurking but it’s not working
They stay in their feelings
But only no radio or video's gonna show me no love, they're phony
Got to hit the road solely so the record gets pushed by Sony
I'm in the middle like
a rhinoceros for me, Jair Messias. Oh, I like that name. Hasnt he got a lovely name, dont you think? Yes, he has. The music is as always performed by the one man
playin'? Kaepernick
Niggas don't know a star from an asterisk
This that new coffin, new casket shit
My killers killin' on purpose by accident
And you
your jealousy as you're watching (I see you watching)
You're watching (it's all good)
It's kinda sexy to me (I love it)
How you're watching, you
he's not bad in his own kind of way
But if he doesn't like your face he'll beat you up 'cos you're gay
I nick stereos, videos and TVs
I love being
lost faith that you'd understand me
Life fades into black, faces turn to a blur
I get trapped in my head, I don't utter a word
I get by every day, but I
on show a nigga love shawty
Forget a table dance Gotti wants some skull shawty
[Chorus]
I'm kinda young shawty far from being dumb shawty
You got ya
find out
Sydney that's that nerve
She got her own bag nicely hidden in her purse
Illy got the game jagged I edge em into they hearses
Don't know bout
what's
Whack rapper attack the deafer like Don's recipe
Sean P this one for King Kong
Act like you know yo they don't even know this
What you tell him
He
with that scope
Hang them bitches by the rope
Won't laugh and joke
This shit get deep where you can't float
(Yeah yeah)
Where I'm from this shit get cold
a little
Dr dolittle
I can’t let the demons get me
Chop on my body mr miyagi
Reggie got him acting him wocky
I’ll sign a pic if you staring at us
He not
tomorrow
Took it too far too out of control
You're a superstar you're ego can't be told no
Who's in charge does it have a hold
Doesn't know he's 'boutta blow
was fantasizing
That you would come slide in me and confide in me
He could tell that I was wifey material
He was liking my style in my videos
I
instead
he think he tough gotta keep him on edge
I put some goons on his head like some dreads
Can't get enough cuz I'm all bout my bread
Live by the street
can’t see me
I’m sunk in the seat
Clutch my hammer close, I’m controlling the V
And love the cities on both the coasts
But still repping the East, yeah
braid for the long
Journey, who loved you
Before he knew you by putting
A walnut tree in the ground, who loved you
Before she knew you by not
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