Lyrics:
reporter to go pick up ten thousand from Dez
And go take about like twenty G's from Gino (Notorious)
Tell that motherfucker get this nigga next door up out
Wants to live forever
Until they realize they
wont live forever
but almost everybody
wants to live forever
somebody body by that neighborhood party
now
she was married to a tall boy
In glasses, and she had to wear a polo-neck for three days afterwards to cover up the
Love-bite on her neck. by now
in the Expedition
I'm on chrome, 20 inches you know who I be
Oh yes, you know me
4 feet, millionaire, that's H-O-T
Whoa-ty, slow down, you might be
End no friendships
Rule twenty three heartbreak
Is expected
Rule twenty four don't use no magic
For protection
It might feel alright
But it is probably
a little like Ye
I went from writing music and making five beats a day
To needing like 3 summers to get over a mistake, nah
You know that I'm a bad guy, duh
ass, ho
Peter-rolled by Koopsta, Crunchy, Juice, Paul, Boo and Scarecrow
Ho, it's a whole lotta demons in my world today
Which means you run into
and wouldn't move (I'm only twenty)
Only twenty to be honest,by my fears I am abused
Nothing's going good for me so don't assume(I'm only twenty)
I'm only twenty
my heart
And at peace within my mind?
When 20 summers fly, fly on by
Will I like what I am and who I am or will I even give a damn?
We focus time
leaving you fewer parts
At this moment I am laying as dead as before my 2.0 tour starts
Ain't packed shit yet, this how your taint rap hits best
Tecca
screamed and fainted panic on the floor
The body guard pulled us the back door
I never saw her anymore- it was an in-store heartbreak
Live at five interview
guzzling queen!"
[Another car approaches]
[M3:] "Hey Willie."
[Toll Booth Willie:] "Hey, how are ya?"
[M3:] "Here's a dollar twenty-five, and go
forty-eight
She can't raise three kids on minimum wage
She's cryin in back of the welfare line
But I pretend not to see her for the twenty-first time
She
on iTunes to go get me
Gators, Matadors
Baboons, and those Grizzlies
All come out me
When I'm on the micropho-n-e
Mic check, 2, 3
I am different like
Tiptoeing on the gazebo
Pulling up ballin' like Z-Bo
I am connected to kilos
Fifty gang members got Rico
Young nigga trapped by the peep-hole
Late
Wondering if this is the life I would live
Just thinking about if this is something I seek
Winded by this strife
And my desire backfires
I die
Uh-huh uh huh uh
Gee-gee-geyeah
Baby, watching, streets
Uh-huh uh huh uh
Live from Brooklyn
Uh-huh uh
The streets is watching
Check it, check
feet aren't on the ground
I need your body to stand on
Your name to define me
On top of being a woman
I am scared
And
Ethereal
And
There are
I got them cars I got thems 20s calling me matchbox
Flippin my bitch hit from the back she scream like ah ah
And when I crash all in that ass they
Watching the tension grow
I am sailing off to London
I am accompanied by someone who always pays
I have found a wealthy husband
Who will keep me in
a bad year could go by
The worst is done, the voice is gone, you made it out alive
Five am in the fucking morning
Should probably try to sleep, but I'll
Uh-huh uh huh uh
Gee-gee-geyeah
Baby, watching, streets
Uh-huh uh huh uh
Live from Brooklyn
Uh-huh uh
The streets is watching
Check it, check
A tattooed madman, I am hell on wheels
Born a wicked child left alone in the fields
My father was the wind, my mother was fire
Raised by
twenty-five years of bein' locked down, twenty-three and one
My father has not called any shots
From one of the most secure and segregated prisons in
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