Lyrics:
life took over our lives
It's time for goodbye
We can head down the road, find a bed and skip the breakfast
Go to Yellowstone and taste some sweet
offa my dick,
Hipnotize by this shit that I spit, ya
Slow flow new flavor in yo ear,
I used to swear mane talk was cheap,
Now I'm in it 20 thousand feet,
from a fight
He had a pretty big mouth for a guy his size
And everything he said was a pack of lies, small Sam
(Small sad Sam)
One day he got
hop in a gown
I'm lockin it down
On the westcoast ain't no stopping it
With the best flows got bitches jockin it
At the next show 'cause I be rocking it
it ghetto, keep it, play it, I'mma always be a G
(This is my life!)
Just that back again, like you got that pack again
Smoking on some Afghan,
to act
By any means imma get to the racks
This shit is history it’s in a pack
Bishy done plotted everything exact/
Niggas be capping that ain’t my body,
Aye
Take the horse to the river, you can't make it drip
I see the fake in your eyes, you can't make a dream
Mind's deep, ahead of time by far
a home down by a pond.
I'd make you a good mate - I love to cook.
I'll tell it all in my new book.
On old Cape Cod, it blows a gale.
I'll be Jonah. You be
I'm ah young nigga wit big plans
The cowboy came with kickback
I made 15 bags off ah 6pack i been gassed!
I'm Harrow Road Boy and I been dat!
I heard ya
(Khalaas)
In the trap, Pyrex in the stove (Whip)
Do the road ting and rap ting
Niggas just actin' just got the packs in
Break it into fractions
One glove,
of American gold
Oh, oh, boots and bros
We moved in packs together
Bounded by our oldest brothers oh, oh, oh
(oh, oh, oh, oh)
The night was ours for taking
How we livin' bro!
While you was doing Netflix and chill
I was doing Z flips and deals
I top my Lyca up by 20
Quid, I'm 22 I'm selling bricks
My hoody
What happened that you happened to
Come to the hospital?
I was out riding in my car with
Two other people, going down this hill
When all of a sudden
to see out the day by what reality dictates
As if I haven’t got enough on my plate
And as I settle down to eat at this self-pity buffet
The look you
puts it down so I'm tryna give it up when you want it
I can quench your thirst, babe
Mean that in the worst way
Make a nigga feel like it's his
wrong, guess I'll pack my bag and get long gone
If I drive all night I can get to the ocean by dawn
'Cause Lord, I need easy street
I can't watch one
wrong, guess I'll pack my bag and get long gone
If I drive all night I can get to the ocean by dawn
'Cause Lord, I need easy street
I can't watch one
with toxic sperm invaders (Uhhh)
(Celph Muthafuckin') the boy's an animal
I'm known for makin shit go down like a toilet handle
I done ran thru a check
of mine
V3
I been runnin on a pack a day
Linin cigarettes w crack cocaine has finally broken me down
Stranded in a terrible state
V4
I been collected by
you want to fling rock
Well, I'll be cruising by, you'll never see a smoother guy
Niggas getting smoked just like the buddha tye
I'm rocking well like
to capture the world by the balls,
and cast your soul into the fire
As the curtain goes down and the beggar is crowned,
and the fireworks blast through
more girls than James Brown,
and I fucked them all
on the "Maschendrohtzaun".
But now the time has gone by
and something happened to me.
I'm only half
'Countin it down just like 'imma Jew
Big big bands be stuck on me too
'Yo bitch is in love with me too
No fat monk 'gotta go by the moon
I pull out my
and medallion
They said I'm ugly and now I get money she thinks that I'm handsome
Touched down Dubai with the gang and we had a fun night
Went straight
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