Lyrics:
They Can
Have Me
By they Self
I can't
Get no
Fucking time in
I'm in EveryBody's Lie
You wanna Fuck up life and learn the hard way
I make chicks
Only my mama get to call me by my first name
I go hard for the city where she birthed me
Got water by the case if you thirsty
And only time I share
in the
Sand huh! Climb that fence
Damn
By the time I get to the end of my verse
Calisthenics of the tongue
Exercising the first
That's freedom
To the money I skate
On ice skates, my Rollie tell me time
So I'm always fashionably late, Im on the way
Trynna define me I'm different, keep it trill, keep it
the storm
Seen some ugly shit
Had to layer up to feel pretty
Nothing two faced about me except my lipstick, Can't do Petty
Always went out of my way to make
down in my zombie mode
Like it's two thousand and x
And we the splash brothers
We cut em in half like an onion slpit
Life is the way that you make it
By
I'll just tell them that I did it
The way Russ did I just did it my way
See I don't need a Russ type beat when you produce like me
When you can sing
wet
30 Hangin off my chest
No heavy metal just baguette
Two hoes hangin off arms blondie and brunette
Said I'm way too big I can't even fit up in that
the way, I'm not getting stuck in the past
Success and the future, that's what's been all on my brain
Big fish I'm making a splash, shred it like slash
the night before Christmas and all through the house
Not a creature was stirring not even a mouse
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care
My family
I'm sick with them tools
Shit, that's why I'm kicked out of school
Fuck J's by da locker, come and holla, uhh
Out on my own, movin out with
clown, don't talk to me
Like that, looking stupid of course.
Living day by day and you ain't hard.
Trick, hell you say?
It's such a blessing when my
nigga murderin nigga from Murder Inc
Murderin everything that's movin on the street like shit stink
These motherfuckers, my familia by killin y'all
I smoke good like a Rastaman
All around me, I'm on point like a octogon
I'm the optimum, I'mma be eating
Until my belly stick out as far
Two yellow chains and it look like Chris
Got two yellow bitches chill in my crib
Uh, make the bitch ride dick 10 speed, yeah
Which one of you hoes
nothing tresletree them brick apartments (The bricks)
I piece by piece my way up out that hole and got shit poppin (I pop shit)
Before the ppp I kept
you accept the charges, if not hang up
To my cousin Darren Ranch, stay up homie
To my brother Chris Butler, stay up homie
If you locked in the box,
I'm money minded you can tell just by the way That I talk that I'm tryna go get it
Aye real dope boy all this shit came right off The block
Niggas be
energy
With the family, turn your ass to a memory
My niggas team of the century
I blow the check up, detonation
Kill 'em one by one, Final Destination
shit there online
Where you is?
Man, these bitches better make way
HD got the HK we done set it off, till then
Hurricane Chris
Many "a bay bays, "
hand
ShIt super grImy, he got snaked out by hIs best mans
Yop I got bad IntentIons wIth thIs glock, but got the best plans
Ayy, she my favorIte tuck, I
stupid ass, run it back
That HBO shit, I must address that
Once and for all, what's my opinion on Jamie Foxx?
He pussy, plus he ain't funny as Chris
Easterling
Considerable Music, ASCAP © 2018
Produced by Chris Rosser and Wyatt Easterling
Acoustic guitar: Wyatt Easterling -The Woodshed Studio, Chapel
by day, live it up day by day
She was just saying that nigga he really ain shit huh
It's really bout that time I start poppin my shit huh
Yea, I'm
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