Lyrics:
They say the good die young, all that mean to me
Is that the hood die young, we call it the last days
What you know about coppin a house to fight pits
this is not the life that i envisioned
Moving fast hope they don't catch me if im slipping
And if I die i know my niggas gone be missing me
And this is
nuffin bagga ounce inna tens
Surrounded by wolvez dassa house fulla freinds
Slide onna track like a skater on a ledge
Got dem big ol nasty ass hater
sent a flower bin
But I gotta watch who I'm allowin' in
That was then, this is now
Buy the house, switch the kitchen out
Rip it up, zip it down if I put
crept
Into the game, we're skipping the steps
Breaking the windows the house will be swept
The game I will get, I have to possess
Time is like money I
an album can change a nigga's life around
I got friends and bitches on my dick
But when they look at Richard all they see is Bushwick
Sometimes I don't know
to the crib-o
Is it Rambo? No, the mic ammo
Stompin' you down on the ground, task forces
Let you know Rhyme Syndicate bosses
Any show, any tour, we house
Bumping Jeezy first album looking distracted
Speaking language only we know, you think is an accent
The windows roll down all I see is a hand pass it
yeah, you know how we go
My best friend Steven at the Home Depot
Laurelton is in the house, I can't forget Southside
Walk past MCs like that girl did
fore wall, necklace wearin' beard
You don't want this money till it's rich
Buy my album, coded by Dirty, set you free
Go against the grain, I got
the middle of love
Written By: TW Hale, Kerry Kurt Phillips
My pet peeve is a camera in my face
Have you ever heard of personal space?
I walk around town in a hoodie and some shades
But now they startin'
all in your face
Like sneakers you can get laced, trying to run up in my place
Had a stash house, had a crack house man
Had about a couple safes
Is that
don't touch the crown
By the way, that's Uncle Brown
A gyal dem a run me down, cuh
(I got it, yeah) this is soul baby
The kind of soul that gave
Stella
don't touch the crown
By the way, that's Uncle Brown
A gyal dem a run me down, cuh
Ayy, look Stormz this is soul baby
The kind of soul that gave
Stella
something and I got it covered
Somehow always rise above it
Why you think I got my head in the clouds on my last album cover?
The game is all mine and I'm
house
To them niggaz down by the store
When niggaz say they like me
That's the same motherfuckers in the game that tried to shice me
Mama say boy you have
like that I'm shy
No one by my side, everyone is blind
Apathetic lives don't reach out to neighbour
I apologize, I shouldn't have been born
Why am I
repeat
Rizzy on the Beat and our thoughts align
We're zest from an orange rind mixed with bitter tea
And this is me, not too indiscreet
This whole time
the track that comforts my vulnerability
Sold out, packed house in the shower
A perform just for me
With your gorgeous album cover blown up into a poster
Blinded by the future
Everything is past
Walking with my head down, God don't let this last
She wear pretty colors
Makes up what I lack
In muted
The parties over
Outside is colder
But I forgive him
Allah made a difference
Making albums ain't the mission
I'm just sayin' what I'm feelin'
Listen
So
is the heat plus we all gotta eat
Take a seat, and watch the streets get runned by thugs
Now stand up, and watch my hustlin niggaz rush the club
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
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