Lyrics:
These days Small talk about missing twenty nineteen
Missing the good old days back before quarantine
They say this planet headed for the guillotine
20 minutes into the movie
I'm thinkin bout drugs and boozin'
I need some shit to occupy my mind
I love the way that you movin'
Throw on that jam
And to everyone else in that group that I ain't talk about
Sorry if you feel offended, I ain't tryna call you out
This shit is between me and these cunts, not you
funny)
You talk that shit, I’m gunning
These niggas talking bout nun (Bout nun)
Say these niggas talking bout nun (Nun)
These these niggas talking bout nun
my past is effectin my future
That's the kinda wound you can fix with a simple suture
Wanna talk about the good but never the trauma
Like this shit
enormous
We just play it forth right
That's just coz I'm
I'm only twenty to be going through the shit I'm going through
When my troubles wouldn't budge
[puff daddy]
I want you to ask yourself one question
If you had twenty four hours to live, what would you do?
That's some deep shit right there,
Jeezy]
Just got a hundred of that brown paper bag money
You niggas really wanna talk money?
Shit real that's all I could tell 'em
Just rap 'em up good
patience, I believe
Takin her heart, it's mine to keep
Talk about patience, I believe
I built this shit brick by brick
And I'm not stopping till I hit the top
flows
That don't even make sense, like dykes usin' dildos
So reach in your billfolds, for ten ducats
And pick up this Slim Shady shit that's
to lie to get by
I'm the realest by a mile so do not try hopping up on my shit I'm the best on a mic
I ain't got to trap to make my money
Tax evasion, that
and that nature is my mother
Ima hustler stay by myself but loyal to my customer
Keep that Cali shit catch up nigga this that mustard
The good die young
went by, then days went by
I seen niggas gettin' hit
Then days went by, then days went by, then days went by
We was slingin' that shit
Then days went
So me I'm where that Reuger, that Pump and that Tech at
Some look at me I'm on now, I thought we was rich then
Shit man, but you had like, twenty
a heart attack
So, so vain, she want all of that
That's why I bang, never call her back
Twenty years on the low
Never never let you go
Many dollars
Pills and bottles on the floor
Empi Dreaming let it pour
She don't fuck with me no more
She don't fuck with me no more
Twenty cases by the door
Ten
when you surrounded by demons (Lord)
I watched so many people leave, I see them change by the season, that's mama's seasonin'
God got you, the devil's
school nigga, they put a nigga on the brick
I ain't never seen a brick before, until I hit that lick
I was amazed by that shit, like do they make more
legit witness
See this ain't hard feelings this shit is a business
Ay
She wanna do more but I just wanna talk
She just the type that'll wanna commit after
that bitch in my Lotus
She fuck with me in a mobile
Get this money by myself
Counting hundreds by myself
Counting all these commas, spending all
I'm, everyday I'm, everyday I'm hustlin'
Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I'm the fuckin' boss
Seven forty-five, white on white, that's
Not talking bout racks I don't want talk no more
A hook by Young I'Sa a 10 fasho
I was dripping I had the Givenchy coat
It came with the title we
and have an escape. Obie was makin' sure
It was about four or five hours later that Alice (remember Alice?
There's a song about Alice)
Alice came by
talking off
And getting egged on by A&Rs who, soon as your shit fallin' off, they walkin' off
And if you rappers diss us and ours just know that you dead
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