Lyrics:
Man shit, all these people talking down on you
Speaking on all the bad shit you did to them
What about all the bad shit they did to you
Ight see,
the time of day
Outta sight, I know they hating me from miles away
All my problems, I'ma just leave 'em by the way
Say bye to yesterday
Sometimes I let these
pouring everytime we get down
It's a let down, we got broke niggas
No camera be showing all the rich niggas
No third eyes for my old folks
I'll still go
against us
Now I feel like it's me against you
What the fuck am I supposed to go do?
I can not get back do' by bro
DMX let the dogs go loose
All in all I
Haunted by the man in the mirror
And he wouldn't let go of the pain I harbored these years
All of my fears fizzling inside a bottle
Now spillin'
Yo, okay
Yo, shout out my boy Anthony Markell, man
You went crazy on this beat, bro
Alright, let me fuck it up one time
Yall play Checkers, I play
yeah, yeah Okay, let's go
My nigga's be getting that cash, throwing bands down from Texas to Mass
Okay, okay, okay Aye, Vooch, let's go
Bitch, it's Big
Let's go
Okay, here we go
Pick your banjo solid, John
You picked one for fifteen years, ain't you?
Earl never did do that
Come and listen
Let's go
Okay, here we go
Pick your banjo solid, John
You picked one for fifteen years, ain't you?
Earl never did do that
Come and listen
deny
But I've gotta let it go
We found love in a hopeless place
We found love in a hopeless place
We found love in a hopeless place
We found love
Dear Lord, protect me they tryna choose my fate
Don't let a rapper dead me with a two times eight
Or anyone out tryna take food from my plate
'Cause I
gonna back down let
Go nigga free me I say let go nigga free me
You know am over this shit am over this shit
Am over this shit I don't want nobody by my
Captian Ginyu (Let's Go) (Huh?)
We get the money of course (Ayy)
Look at my car got a horse (Huh?)
I put that motherfucker in sport (What?)
I push down my
a ryda, still loyal baby.
Whip, whip, let it boil baby.
Slowed down, sippin' oil baby.
If you're ride or die, you get spoiled baby.
That's what I been
Goin' down, it's enough to go around, lil' bitch, $PICE, yuh
Okay, I pull up, hop out that thang, like, what up
You trash, you lame niggas need
The sun don't shine and the guns don't sleep
Wake a nigga ass up like he got somewhere to be
Yeah (ya dig?)
Ha, ayy (and let the world know), and by
fancy
No cap, Beach like the hood Gordon Ramsey
But now I slowed down, I'm about to get married
Do right by my wife, I ain't nothing like my daddy
But I
the mini Maffia on the beats is going down, aw...
Chorus:
Now let me see you bend (like this)
Turn that banana girl split (like this)
Now imma roll new
Come on, let's go
Look at me. I'm 40 and feel friggin' great
They call me Sky. You know the same place the jets go
Look up and see. I'm soaring and still
Said she love the way I'm flowing
Performing at the HB pier by the ocean
Stompin' down Rodeo bruh
I got that MAGA motion
Yuaap!
They want Trump dead cuz
of men in the court house yard any time that you go by
Playin' checkers and tradin' odds and makin' jokes about their wives
They wait all week for pay
on my dicc snot coming out your nose
I'm living by the code no I can't respect a hoe
When that money calling know a nigga gotta go
If you bout a bag you
skrtn’ on a hater like yerrrrrm)
Im Rick James, b*tch I go by six names
Y’all treat it like the sh*t strange, but I’m OG like my kick game
Look, y’all can
treaty with the opps, we ain't even trying to have a truce
And he acting real gangster, but back in the day, he copping deuce
And by copping a deuce, I
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