Lyrics:
attention to detail, detail
A lot of time went by,
A lot of sh*t done changed
Remember when niggas was down bad
Now a n**** doin' better
Told my brovas we gon
Till that motherfucker hate his face
I been going through some issues that nobody dealing with
Surrounded by real killers and shit, doing it for
you comin' from, I understand it
This been goin' on forever dog, it's no end
Life is like a bullet in your back from a close friend
Disappointed
or not
Replace the slot open up shop
We 'bout to make it hot
Stop
With ya devilish doins
Because ya devilish doins will only bring forth ya ruin
steal fo a nigga ; stay by my side even kill fo a nigga
If you fuck wit a nigga for real ; it ain't nothin to keepin it trill
[verse 2]
She jus ; wantd
I can’t fight
Call me soft
I know what’s right
Trapped forever, I’m alone,
Except I know You’re by my side
Yeah yeah it’s you and i
I been
I was lost like a ship at sea
No hope no faith no plan
You fill my cup and lift me up
So I can be a better man
I was livin' life day by day
Doin
The chips on my shoulders grew into wings
Who knew it, I've grown bolder by not feeling a thing
Except that fire in my soul that turns sweat into
me make it clap
Never lackin', I'm always on my P
Can't post me on your snap
B-A-B-B Squad, man
Youngest out the camp
Know i'm sayin' niggas been doin
assassinated, castles all crumble
Forever lives the legend of a poet who is humble
Words to live by, now I die by a strange code
About to kill this verse, they
all fools day
And hey it's like nobody cares, that's when I put ghetto vet's in wheelchairs
And then push'em down a staircase
Brrrrrrrr! just fo'
in the days
You'd get a lot of gills
Gimme mines, I really rhyme yup really I'm
One of the illest niggas doin' it
Or these niggas is losin' it, silly
Only time we make it to the
TV if it's the news
We was tryna make it out them trenches
You dig?
Young niggas trappin' out them benches
You dig?
You gon'
even cappin', I been lackin' ever since it happened, I just had to move on
But right now I don't mind
Doin' bad by myself, I just be doin' my own thing
Not too fast not too slow
Keep a 3 quarter pace
I'm doin my best
Gon win this race
Maintain the flow
Running up the hill then down I go
It's
girl gon' hate me forever
And as those sweet tears fall from the sky
No one wants to fall out of heaven
What are we chasing?
It feels like we're
Tell a baddie hit me when she land
Fill up my pocket with bands, aye, yeah
(Great John On The Beat by the way)
Fill up my pocket with bands
They
For-ever y'all brothers tried but never to touch me
The God, heated up beyond the frequency
Now it's time to put you niggaz under pressure, we form
ain't talkin' bout a Big Mac
Move, bitch back
Drinkin' Henny bitch I'm big smacked (Ugh)
Only fuck with them big packs
Doin' drugs til' I relapse (Yeah)
Atlanta to Houston, we still doin it like this
[8B] Yea, New York to L.A.
[TS] Beyitch!
[8B] Hah, that's right, Space Age forever, nigga
[TS] T-Mix
known better
I was in my head I thought that it could last forever
And I don't know why
Don't know why
And I don't know why
Don't know why
And I don't
Memphis, to Oakland
Straight smokin' baby, fryin' em up fat
Atlanta to Houston, we still doin' it like this
Yea, New York to L.A.
Beyitch
Hah, that's
hallucinate, delusional talk
That they can't even trust the way I usually walk
That I can never tell that I was doin' it wrong
I just dealt by sleepin' long
to ride
If we locked in, it's forever, get these hoes up off my line
Promise I'll get rid of all of the popups, I'm talkin' bout skippin' the ads, no line
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