Lyrics:
The time has gone by girl, were no longer young
Up in the nineties, singing this song
So how can you tell me, we can do it again
You're just nostalgic, next
the world up more than comprehended
And then you can sit back, and take a step back
And watch me make track, as I make on these tracks
And I, will never fall
through the corners, half awake, ain't ever lookin' back
Last fool to step up to me, got lapped down halfway down the track
Ryosuke don't know what to say,
I was born in Chicago, on the poor side of the tracks
An accident of passion, they wished they could take it back
Daddy had a wife, a family, but I
cold cause the caps missing
Two knees up
In the cut that's a backflip
Fire in the stew, no bud
That's a sad spliff
Get that flow on the Macbook Pro
of the tracks
Some is livin positive while others is sellin crack
Two sides to livin yo step up and place your vote
Like a 'murder that she wrote,' hey that's my
Yeah is dis Mike on? Right
Lil shhh for the mc please (thank you)
Ya way ain't step away now back away
cause the only ting I be is heavy
I met this girl, she was Miss Alabama
"Hello, come in my room, drop to your knees
Bitch" mama mellow
She said "a'ight", grabbed the Dutchie
Sucked it
Yeah is dis Mike on? Right
Lil shhh for the mc please (thank you)
Ya way ain't step away now back away
cause the only ting I be is heavy
Climbing over a fence
Walking through the city dense
Looking up at buildings
Ruins held together by slings
Sees a house
Door open wide
Strolls right
You turn off my heart, my monster in me starts to wake up
I don't wanna take part, said that I just can't stop
Ooh, take a step back, bring around
Caught by surprise. I follow my vision, I see with the eye
New kid on the block, I pull up
Wait a minute, who is this guy? Back in the mix. I step
like a prison
Ooh (stuck up in a prison by you)
She take my hand and walk into the kitchen
Then she started grinning, ooh
Let me take a minute my head is
to side
Two flights on a trip and glide
I got racks in the back of the ride
But if a cop pops up bye bye
Eyes on me when I step outside
Got a lil stitch
Well, we grew up down by the railroad tracks, shootin' bibis at old beer cans
Chokin' on the smoke from a Lucky Strike somebody lifted off his old
of the tracks
Some is livin positive while others is sellin crack
Two sides to livin yo step up and place your vote
Like a 'murder that she wrote,' hey that's my
on me, I hope that you step in dog shit!
My flow is tight and your girl is loose like Rick Ross' skin
You can have her back, I'm flexing on 'em Crossfit
hit top flite
I was heated all night
When we step we popeyes
I don’t do no trends not me not I
That girl she a ten hope we connect like some wifi
a cheetah my shit gone zoom
I’ll be dogged earn my stripes a tiger the way I move
Am way bigger than you niggas the elephant in a room
What's up
I heard
or whatever
Whips, phats cars, new kicks, Spit That G
This is how we do it
Word up, it's like this, check it out
Check it out, yo
If you got ladies (Spit
life to make hits
Black Fist on the rise, oh now you're surprised
Ya niggas don't exist, like fuckin pens you pry
But I'mma ride, this beat like girls
chance girl roll with a star
When it comes to these dudes I'm the best by far
Player haters be bit'n my style
But they can't do it like me
Cuz yo know I
Bulbie run the track fat eyes what lies
Mi like to see when mi hammer girls role out
Ina we strop and we jeans gal we sold out
Ina the club a we
Likkle ghetto youth ooo, tryna step it up
Hustle for your paper ooo, gotta step it up
Fall many times but haffi get up
Lil bro graduated from Weequahic,
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