Lyrics:
out of control boy
This shit just like Game of Thrones boy
Ain't no new hoes, these hoes been hoeing'
Ain't no new grow that someone been showin'
In
Hopin' tHat I remember
Obama lied, ain't see sHit cHanged
THe cocaine came, witH no sHame
We does our thing
My gang go bang, His blog be tHe same
Her block
back me up, yea
Everywhere I plant my feet, everybody know bout me nigga
I ain't gotta say one word, I ain't gotta show ID nigga
Back when I was in
Hot Damn
My how the boys grow?
From roaming low into homes
To homes of his own
No catching up he's in a whole 'nother zone
Still true to his
Range, what's his game?
Was he kickin it like he love his train, full of octane?
Stop playin, know you ain't fall for that
(Yo he's pagin me) Ang'
before going for
The dreams that I have in store in my mind (mind) and I know
That I'm makin it I gotta get mine and nobody's takin it away
(No!) cause
gone and I feel the same too
These dudes mad 'cause they really ain't you
Oh, I got my own shit, don't want your money
Nope, I drop a hundred bands
pelt
Had to take a break and find myself
They put me in a box by myself
The same writers criticizing my rhymes
Are the same writers that are
San Diego to Sacramento
They'll tell you yes, wherever you go
And I bet my life won't one say no
Ain't nothing like a Too $hort fan
I ain't
the white lighter, then I black out
Even white lives matter when I black out
Bucket of black paint in front the White House, nigga
Young no shame Kurt
a plane
I got Gucci shades
Ain’t no numbers ain’t no games
Take this shit right by the reigns
I could show you all the things
Come and take my hand don’t
to the game got your seat stole
You tried to pull up with that little bowl
My niggas pull up with that truckload
Backwards stouts, eggrolls
Ain't having
of bands I got stuffed in my pants
I be spitting my tracks feeling famous
You silly bitches ain't care 'bout my feelings
You sit by a screen and you shame us
Yuh yuh SD SDR yuh yuh yuh
Yuh yuh
Im on my way to be one of the greats
Fuck no that shit ain't for debate
Ima go getter can't afford to wait
I don't
homie
She gotta show love to my homie
Tryna get down? my homie
Fuck round get killed by my homie
Play enough game by my my homie
I know they heard about
then I black out
Even white lives matter when I black out
Bucket of black paint in-front the white house nigga
Young, no shame, Kurt Cobain, bastard
in parking lots
First time she feel at home, second time did it wrong
Third time's a charm, now she ready for it all
I place my bets high, no time for
impressed by lame dudes with no game
They're all the same, tryin' to get your instant messenger name
But the fact that you're hittin' me back made me smile
the streets like all my life runnin like crazy the streets is my lady street shit is all I know
A lot of niggas wanted me in the chain game alot of niggas
water bed
That puts Hugh Hefner's mansion to shame
With girls by the pool and Italian sports cars
I'm just here in this dump for the game
So kiss
ain't gotta worry bitch, I know I made it by my own
I get these bands a lot
Passing this shit to my bro
I Know he real, yea he gon bang a lot
Ask me if I
Geronimo, I just go, "Heh"
Solo, my cup is a rojo, my cholo, my friend
So low that I can admit
When I hear that another kid
Is shot by the popo
It ain't
chose I
I ain't gonna lie
What I look like turnin' down chocha
Drove by, smokin' lye
Recognize a pimp, open your eyes
Hop in the passenger side
my pay-ins
To see the world move without you feel like a daydream
Kool-Aid stands, Band-Aids wrapped around your beautiful hands
Protect me from
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