Lyrics:
stood by the cop who killed Botham Jean
Cop Jesus would be silent
Keen not to cross that thin blue line behind him
And can I just say how easy it was
mind if I take a picture of you and send it up north?
My homey in his cell and all he got is black tail
He need a polaroid so he can let 'em know it's
by
Let's don't wait till the water runs dry
We'll make the biggest mistake of our lives
Don't do it, baby
Now they can see the tears in our eyes
But
Everyone I hate always tryna be me
I can never see the fakes, its no wonder, Stevie
Full black tint out the window, creeping
Never stepping outside,
you want it, have it
A tryst out in Switz, yea you know it’s a madness
Verse 1
Trippin on the weekend
Spend a lil time we can chill on the east end
We have something hip
That we want to present to you
We're interested in black music
Actually that's kinda of a catch phrase
It's kinda out
Hey what's up, E
Ah, I can't call it just chill like an alcoholic
It's like that huh, yeah
Hey what's up with lil' baby you had last night yo
Ah she
can't stay
Just let me hold you for a little longer now
And take a piece of my heart
And make it all your own
So when we are apart
You'll never be
give it to me)
Bad Boy baby special delivery
(I want that)
We won't stop special delivery
(I need that)
Yeah G-Dep 'Child of the Ghetto'
(Can I
ain't never goin' clash
Tell myself I'm the best when they start switch up
Like a sky make blue waves we gonna ride or die we moving
I'mm told em better
She askin' me questions like I'm Siri
You can't be ser-ious
We been way past that shit
Make it disappear, mysterious
Whatever you and I had, girl I just
the time it done slid by
Womb to the tomb, pack of noodles or a ribeye
You can have my last, yes, I promise we gon' get by
Two things I stand for, my name
’t really rest until I have my Rolls
By my side we can make light of the rain
Hear me talk do you really get what I'm saying
Play your cards right
It might
dollars... this niggas a fucking problem”
I spy me!
Doing all I can, with my mans
Get a rubber band
Put it on my hands
Make amends
Go and get my friends
We
18thdaTensei
It's been the fam
615 too live, we the Pan-Ams
Got shot at by my fellow man
Never shot back or clapped back
Could've been my casket
I'd be a hashtag
down to play but who's prepared to lose
A White man gun you down
They say it's in the rules
Just Played the hands we was delt
Shit we ain't get
All your friends can say what they want I just want to doze off
Don't know what to do I'm so lost baby take my heart with no cost
Baby take it I
on pack & punch, it go blam (pow!)
Me and my niggas get snotty, we causin' da jam (jaAam)
And these niggas they out so sad, gettin caught by 12, i dont give
What's yo name
What's yo sign
You got a friend
Is he fine
Black card
Do it decline
Pop them rubber bands
And watch the dollars get to flying
Now get
lack, watch 'em relapse
Better tell him relax, or bravo make it clap
Seen some fall off, it's a shame
And nah nigga we can't even lose this game (nah nah)
play tough
Put your freedom On the line
For your pride it ain't much
That a nigga can do to me
And make me wanna risk it
Except fuck with the fam
papers
State news stations said statements outrageous
But can't deny the charm rakish though
Whatever it take to make the playlist
Desperate to get in
bitch
Come make a movie
Off a Perc' 10, she can feel it
Got her feeling groovy
Shh 'cause I snuck in with a toolie
Lil' baby got big guns
I'ma call her
of their pockets then I turn in to sonic making the dash,
Look straight up in our face you see no blush yea we keep it on a hush,
Back to the wall attitude
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