Lyrics:
still here lookin' through the window
Watchin' the days go by (Man how does it feel? you grew up here)
Watchin' the sun rise
Why don't you try? (How
this bitch up at the Claremont Lounge (at the lounge)
The money's low, but I dare not scrounge (don't scrounge)
Cause I'll be right back (right back)
crawl before walk
I jumped up off the porch running
Big gas low gas I pop
Sell a bag before da function
They ain't checkin us at the door
Kause they
I just rolled a blunt but she askin' for the pipe
Plain Jane on my left, got a feature on my right
Checkin' on my line, any time, 9 bitches like
Cuz a bitch will
Pull Up
And hop out the Benz
Checkin these heuxs
And checkin they friends
You with it or get it
Ain’t no riding fence
They
speakin bout sum dough
I aint worried bout a thang I'm just stackin all my cho
Aye lil baby speed it up I be tired of the waiting
Bitch i need my money now
Heat check for the summer
Foreign on a lease Imma whippit like Gunna
Throwback kickin' by the pool till the sun up
Shots of the Dusse sitting in my
and take it
Lil baby you know I can't make it up I never was one of the regulars
Ain't no nigga checkin' my temperature
What's a big dawg to a miniature
I
out my pocket
Hit my bitch friend cause I'm toxic
Trio pulled up with a 8, we finna drop it
You better buy a gun, we into it, I ain't boxin
Whites
to leave in the rear
In my lane to the top, so I'm checkin' my mirrors and shoulder whenever I steer
Lotta pain in my cup, I be pourin' that up till I'm
checkin' me out for bitch I can still fuck
And up, get yourself in this clique
Wet up like tongue licks, behind handcuffed in a slut
Look, I'm from G-row
checkin' me out for bitch I can still fuck
And up, get yourself in this clique
Wet up like tongue licks, behind handcuffed in a slut
Look, I'm from G-row
just a hand full
In a land of gangstas
Players, replacements, priests, banjos
We scramble
To break MCs that may appreciate it
Guided by their envy
the faith, I did some things I couldn't help
I stay by myself
Sometimes I frighten myself, uh
I gotta tighten my belt
And stand up, man up
Keep my plans
"that boy's pop"
All I heard was "that boy's not"
Top 5 on any list, but I've moved up by five slots
I'm passed one, high as fuck
I don't see niggas
To Hit
While U Buyin Her Drinks (In The Club)
Actin Like U (In Love)
Stunnin Like U (All Thug)
We Was (Switch Em Up)
She Lookin At U When I Walk By
U Turn
the gettin' while the gettin's good
Yeah demented, my brain was forced to transform wise up,
I'm checkin' the gate on humble tales
And minimum wage the girls
life
Lord have mercy!
Yo', check it out, I want all the refugees out there
To just put up your motherfuckin' hands, you know you're a fuckin'
as I hit him with the potato
Ate up his midsection, recollection, murder on my mind (ay what)
Got me chin-checkin, and they said (that real? ), heard it
refuse to stop
Get sweated by them sell out cops
And I wink 'cause I pin the opposition
I'm on a mission to preach and teach to reach
So listen up
the back
Yeah, that's where you at
Sippin' on that bullshit
Still I'm that bitch (yea)
I'ma keep it movin'
I'ma keep it real
I ain't even checkin' for your
a blanket
Wont get out
Until the wind
Wakes them up
Stuck to the ground
By gravity
I dangle my arms
Closer to your
Morning light
Build a sun with your
gang
Rollin with friends
Checkin up friends and friends I am the grand kru meh
Better than them
Takin the twos by tens
All of my gees are blessed Rappin
Duffle bag Plus nigga
Aye
Kush is my cologne
Rock my own shit not VLONE
Had to give ya bitch a bone
By the ocean, my weed grown
Get to feastin when
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