Lyrics:
got the message
You don't want to help my son
That's fine, I'll get some soap
Gotta clean these rotten souls
Ain't my job, Gods alone
VIP, my name is
ay, gotta go up 'til I motherfuckin' lift-off
Wasn't supposed to make it past twenty-one, nigga, I can't believe I done made it this far (hey)
You
that everything just gets lost in there
And if it never comes out,? that?s ok by me..
And on other side, ???..at the top there may light at the end
je t'aime
Not too, too French, I think you friend's good
You gotta get a grip on the missions you'll be takin'
Not so much the mission, but you
je t'aime
Not too, too French, I think you friend's good
You gotta get a grip on the missions you'll be takin'
Not so much the mission, but you
to realise you're my mental drug
I might just overdose 'cause I can't seem to get enough
You're the only one that I need
But damn it hurts me when I see you
you get elbowed
Ping pong, hit a nigga with the ring on
Yung Rich Nation jeans on, it's your theme song
So many pints in my crib, it's a lean home
weight
I gotta uphold
Member sand box days we was at the chiller
Now its getting cold
Remember momma telling me
To stay a young nigga
Never get old
Baby
Get out my way
You gotta pay
Get out my
Get out my
Get out my way
You gotta pay
Get out my
Get out my
Get out my way
You gotta pay
Hit ya with
away home
Cus' we got a monster in town
Hey, you better run away home
Cus' we got a monster in town
Tonight I left the safe zone
Maybe shoulda stayed
whatever you want
I gotta find a bathroom
Can I deal with one god damn
Thing at a time
Aint gotta karen this bitch
Fucka no one will miss you
Let's take
paid
But their fam got no food
You'd rather be stunting on photos
But don’t give a damn about your family
You live for today by tomorrow
You broke
Notorious biggie ready to Die
Snappin off my dome ain gone bring my homies back
But Living by the gun just might get a krakka clapped
R I P
The industry
All
I’m so for real girl
Walking by couldn’t pass ya
And there’s one thing I gotta ask ya
Girl do you mind
If I swing by
I can tell it’s been a while
Since
away
I gotta figure you out
Wake up far from home, in this bed so comfortably
Got a dark cloud hanging over me, gotta get back safely
You take me by
a taste
And that's why i'm running hard in the human race
So you gotta get down
Get lit
don't trip
Everybody understand
They forget
To forgive
Doesent
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin' (yeah, not the mid is low now, turn the mics up some more)
Our music keeps you movin' what are
a ghost
Sit at home all alone with these notes it's
Kinda lonely sometimes. But I'm devoted. What's a personal
Life when you Kobe... what's all these hoes
the cash I ain't goin broke
And i'm bout to roll tire on the road
And I will never stop because I gotta go
And get the money
I just can't help how you hate
step)
(Step by step by step by step)
Baby I'm searching for
(I'm tryna get real personal)
(I'm tryna get real)
You better answer the door
(Personal)
That
life
Feel like the best I ain't even make it, give me the chance and you know I take it
Gotta get back on my grind I can't fake it, got no respect for
and save it i gotta do better
That nigga a fraud you can tell by his gestures
Armani Exchange and Chanel on her sweater
Now all of my kicks packing genuine
on lock
Free that nigga muwop
Don’t lack on yo block
Otherwise you gettin sent to the top
——
They callin me top
Niggas get dropped on the spot
Free that
"Nobody's home," he's lookin kinda funny
realizin that I hadn't planned on spendin any money
Seen a brand new au-dio Technic, a cordless mic
He said, "You
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