Lyrics:
lit
Shining star, find another you gon' find it hard
Certain death that could walk off with minor scars
Firing squad, defying the odds
And the flow
a business I created
Camosace on my body
War ready Nagasaki
Camosace for the whole squad
Might catch a body
Camosace for lil mommy
She eat me Kobeashi
lil' mamma I don't do labels
If you come around the squad you can smell danger
Ten racks in my palm rockin' Palm Angels
I just poured a little wooo now
Aye
Party on the weekend
Middle of the summer in the backyard drinkin
With my guys, I'm with the squad yeah
The ones who ride for me, they keep them
not yo size
But Im right here in hopes you hear
One day you’ll learn to spot the fakes
Like a cheetah fam
I pray they never get to pull-up on you
It’s a solemn goodbye to this life
College years go by with my dogs right by my side (Yeah)
Gettin' fucked up every day
What the hell I'm supposed
Produced by Ghost Green
Hello everybody my name is Ghost Green
Right now it's bout time for you all to know me
Cause I'm in here in the studio
your clique is squad cars
Niggas need to get Crown Vic'ed these days
Stop kicking it, you couldn't fit in my old socks
Let alone my shoes
I'm not
a squad, ride or die, no matter what we dealin' with
I just miss my homies
I be riding thru the city sliding by my lonely
I'd rather be by myself than riding
of reality
Second star to the right, damn, I never wanna land
Don't wanna leave your arms, let's just live out this fantasy
Just lying here in the middle
t for the fucking heat bro
(There's a second where I sing not gonna lie to y'all)
Okay, okay, look
No pop star but you know I got some keys
The Camry need
path cuz I will blast anybody that,
Attempts to stop me, Attempts to block me,
Attempts to rob me, Attempts to copy,
And I can not be tempted by
just followin' the trends
He don't do it for the squad
He just been lookin for some friends
But i been rockin' by myself
X'd out the middle man
I
I let life pass me by with my head in the clouds
Until it's heavy on my shoulders and I'm ready to drown
It's like there's no ambition and I'm
right write on the walls as I
Walk towards the light
First sight, second sight
Third strike, foresight
Much I want it mentioned but
I’m clenching my jaw
told myself every second gotta go and get it
Cause tryna get six 0's it can take a minute
I'm in my prime right now like I was never in it
We
burn trees
And none of y'all would get high or hungry
Y'all ain't worthy
Cotton clouds
Flowers made of lollipops
Any body messing with my squad is gettin
can't be love
This can't be right, there's gotta be more, this can't be us
[Beanie Sigel]
Chill dog
Second oldest born, from Michelle Brown my
This is Minister Metal Foot, treat a pedal like an earwig
And cook off by applyin' the same logic to the gearshift
Bird off prey circle, serf homes
Throw the drop, or slip an object, if not then missing
Nine shot, pop a clip in, pine box the opposition
Put him in formal dress, right hand across
paper, lot of cotton
Had some charges stemmin' from me and my squad robbin'
Had to leave the hood, shit stayin', not an option
I bumped your shit forever,
move like the mob, my capo send down the orders
Got some people in Texas, their crib is right by the border
Place your order for cola, ain't talkin'
growth spurt hit (it don't matter 'bout the size)
I'ma be captain, and I was around 2010, no cap ('cause you're here, right?)
I got "Freshman Player
My little sister had a glass of wine,
No doubt a glass of wine too many.
"I bet he's out right now with his Nazi whore,
That's right, I said it,
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