Lyrics:
and they plot on how to be me
But like Stevie, you ain't gonna see me
I'm in New York with my Niggas on Pike Street.
You in the dump still sad still beneath
eyes when he saw what I made a month
I love the fast life every time she get a man he cheat she live a sad life
If her hair is red don't gotta ask yea
as fast as, my slow drag, just watched her leave
I was always knew one day the spotlight, wrong bus right by dead-end streets
But when it came to love
can't satisfy on my own
By myself I'd be lost, believe me
Never destined to be all alone
My whole world is sad and empty
When you're gone
All alone, my
By one so small
Let love be in the hearts of all
Oh, I can't wait until the day
there's sunshine in their eyes
You and I may never see them cry
By one so small
Let love be in the hearts of all
Oh, I can't wait until the day
there's sunshine in their eyes
You and I may never see them cry
she played the fiddle in an Irish band
But she fell in love with an English man
Kissed her on the neck and then I took her by the hand
Said, "Baby, I
she love then disown her
So many bitches did me wrong now I'm the wrong one
A loner smokin sticky marijuana
Don't want sad bitches only want the bad
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy
(Hit-Boy)
Ayy, this that Clipse sample, ayy (G.Ry got me)
Fuck that talkin', let the clip slam 'em
Yellow bands
or huckster of belief
Making too much of a life so mercifully brief?
So I stride down sunny streets and the band plays back my song
They're applauding
there's no seat in the range
Girl said she loves me I think that she’s playing
I think that she’s playing, I ain't into games, made bands off of scams K did
(Cook that shit up, Quay)
Every nigga in your clique, yeah, they gon' feel me (Ayy)
D up
It's fourth quarter, I'm down by two
First 500 bands
through
Nigga I'm just saying
Don't ever cross me get stepped on
Like a marching band (Stepped on)
Tryna get my nigga out the streets
All he know is sin
nigga success is the greatest revenge
These hoes showing fake love, nigga they not your friends
They only attracted to the bands my nigga where is your
go
Fifteen these kick im stepping in don't get close yuh
Big bands we stepping out you know we rock and roll
Ain't even finna ask already know she down
NIGGA & THAT IS BY ANY MEANS
RUNNIN UP MY BANDS SO LONG SOME FRIENDS DONE TURNED INTO ENIMIE
SAID I WOULD GET IT LIKE WAY BACK
RUN TO THE MONEY I CHASE
worry you to be alone?
How do I feel by the end of the day?
Are you sad because you're on your own?
No I get by with a little help from my friends
just don't seem right
All my niggas chase bands, we uppin' at the green light
Tell me what it be and we gon' slide on 'em
Hop out on that street
The people in the apartments across the street, literally and metaphorically look down on me
Tangled in tenderness
Why do I have to live like this?
100 round on the stick dawg I love this bitch
New AP time to flood this wrist
can’t go out sad, I can’t trust no bitch
Try to play me wrong ,
and go see the sun
I need a Band-Aid for this cut, scarred by your love, the type of wound
In so many ways it's hard to say that I love something I
band it don't make sense
I done made so much money but I'm still sad it don't make sense (Huh)
I guess money don't buy happiness
To be honest I could
And when it rains and pours, you better take cover
In the streets deep with plenty women and cold hustlers
Nigga, I was raised by pimpin', killin' with no
be on TV, need my bitch bad and she looking like ReRe
I'm getting these bands for sure, I got that Mac up from hip then I blow
Sad my color get
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