Lyrics:
over (comin' in yo' house)
I'm finna, I'm finna start comin' over here
I'm finna start comin' over (comin' to yo' crib)
I'm finna, I'm finna start
crowded, it's still hurting you
I was hurting too
I let it go, and I want you to know
I'm still hanging around
This season's going to come to an end
Here
Ah-ah, I never saw so many people tonight
I mean y'all all got it crowded up in here and that's good
I'm glad that y'all givin' it up for him,
the Lamborghini, I ain't gon' stop
I'm packin' my Glock, believe it or not, I'm ready to bust (I'm ready)
Down here, we drink purple, man we drink that 'Tuss
So
the Lamborghini, I ain't gon' stop
I'm packin' my Glock, believe it or not, I'm ready to bust (I'm ready)
Down here, we drink purple, man we drink that 'Tuss
So
aren't getting it
I'm coming from the struggle I survived and I'm still here
Used to bump trains that's two ways, I don't feel fear
I don't know trust,
don't have friends
Well I do have friends but you know what I mean
At times I feel alone when I roll 10 deep
Like I'm in a crowded room and it's still
a fuck, I fuck em all till they pussy ouch
Potty mouth, oochie wally, bang, bang then I'm out
Once upon a fucking time, had your bitch up in my house
and trees, fuck that, you gotta branch out
I camp out by a rat house, wait 'till he turn the lamp out
Still drownin' in the fuckin' money, y'all niggas look
the Lamborghini I ain't gon' stop
I'm packin' a Glock believe it or not I'm ready to bust
And down here we drink purple and we drink that, trust
So grab a cup
When it’s coming down to me I
Double down on all my bets
With the risk that I could lose I’m
Still out here chasing a check
Gotta plan out all my
all my time chasing ghosts underground
If I'm gone by the morning they won't haunt this tired house
What good is a man inside a casket on a hill
Penny for your thoughts and I came to collect it
Even if I'm broke, I'm still payin' attention
This is for private eyes, they be playin' detective
I'll
your saviour
Still searching for a feeling
Yeah
In a mad house, looking for a reason
Fell to my knees and I'm pleading
Tryna find something to believe in
The bitter taste, there's nothing else
I'll bow for your king when he shows himself
Brick by brick by brick
These walls begin to cave in
The house
a sacrifice be demanded?
To offer up our dreams and
Beg for mercy empty handed?
And hapless in our hipness crowded
5 to an appartment
Relegate our dreams
take a hunch
And find that I am the baby of the bunch
But that's okay, I still keep in stride,
'Cause all I'm here to do is just wiggle your behind
right, Money
This one's for you
Special dedication to the NYC crew
We didn't change much as you can see
And the beats are still hyped up by Hurby
In
House got too crowded clothes got too tight
And I don't know just where I'm going tonight
Out where the sky's been cleared by a good hard rain
glow
Watch my body down below
No one's there, Heaven rings
Sirens, ambulances sing
Nowhere to go, I'm surrounded
EMTs and families crowded
No one here
works)
Partner doutch, you been actin kinda funny lately since you even
got a few bucks
But I'm still folks with some pac, remember three flies up
Goddamn dog I been sittin' here thirty minutes
You know these motherfucking cab drivers
Like they own this motherfucker
Open the trunk
And then I'm
why
People out here droppin dead like flies
I used to see a home boy givin five
Now I say, "Man, you still alive?"
Cold as hell, the town I'm from
if they hatin', I'm a still be making music
This shit a fucking bomber, you ain't never gon' defuse it
They mad I'm popping off, yes, I been moving
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