Lyrics:
couldn't believe it
Ban a kid from the country, I never fall, never timber
But you fucked up as a parent, your child idol's a nigger
I clearly don't give
ain't playing fair
Drive by walk down up the murder rate
I ain't going back to jail Ima do the race
Nigga say he want smoke well it's in the air
Niggas
be a
Legend like Will was a legend
But I'm not an actor, put that in my will
Gimme a second uncut coke
Lyrics what I'm stressing
She want the raw so I
hurt
Watchin' you perform with the nigga that put him in the dirt
He prolly got some other issues, leave Jeezy alone
Big Meech brother Southwest
leaking like a prego tity, if ain't money ,Get away from me
Beast in my city the best in your country and I make them ooh like I'm killing the kitty
My
some Vetements
Got a bitch, yeah, she live in New York
But I took her right down, right in L.A
Spent a hundred thousand right at the Beverly
In
them)
Keep quiet and keep your cool
The public will praise you for what you practice in private
If your enraged by a fool then you become the fool
Then I
by his ride, learn from his Wise
So when we talking look me right in my eyes, word from the wise
Most of my guys is locked, some of them died
Just
thirty-eight in his waist
But when you live by the gun you die by the same fate
End up, dead before thirty-eight and umm
That's the life of us raised by
gone that's regardless
Drive-by, niggas bow down
Thought I'd rot in jail, paid bail, well niggas out now
Throw up your hands if you thugged out
First
to be
You can love whomever you will
You can travel any country where your heart leads
And know I will love you still
You can live by yourself
You
you feel them walls closing in
I'm a young nigga havin' problems
They don't wanna be black, just see black
Put some dark glasses on, young nigga
Me put the car in drive and me did not stop
When I get to New York I'm gonna set up shop
Bwoy!
I got a hundred guns two hundred clips
Going
to mean, "Uh"
"Mama, What is that deodorant you're wearing?
It's intoxicating
Why don't we drive out to the country sometime?
And collect deer ticks in
no one
When the live niggas after you
Where you gonna run you mouth got in it your
Ass can’t get you out
Next time hold your tounge
You wouldn’t have
and a king
Some people never get a chance
Different emotions because I met that girl in France
Before the age of seven they program your mind
People don’t read
to your eyes
You are nothing by lies
People against people
Country against country
You're waging war on our souls
Just stay away from me
In this moment
fingers I squeeze see and the cannons is bust
Them bullets blow by you breezy like a midsummer gust
It'll put your dick in the dust, when I put one up in
of the mind
You like to stay by the book discriminate by design
You see the difference in us I see something inside
Waking up to blood and bullet holes future
Black Lives Matter
That don’t mean I don’t think that I’m
A believer in women’s rights that
Don’t mean I don’t believe in gay marriage
That don’t mean
be surprised by your findings
Get a clue and youtube September Clues
And Judy wood Irrefutable too
The planes look like cartoons
And they played some
could really all be happening
My landscape of live niggas stretch from here to Maryland
Blaw put one in a nigga who be rambling
And blow a hundred
got put on the shelf
Fuck it, dropped "Ridin' Dirty" instant classic in the South
Reclaimed the southern title, shut everybody's mouth
Got some
a big ass bang
Them gangsta ass rhymes with that country ass twang
Dropped, "Tell Me Something Good" took off and went live
Shit, next thing you know we
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