Lyrics:
Step off the porch, rag hangin', West Side, that's what we bangin'
Crucifix swingin' off my t-shirt, twistin' my fingers
Impala Off-White, ski mask
It was a Friday night
No cover but the cover band was sounding right
And there you were
Just flirty dancing
By the neon sign
To "Fishin' In
of doubt
Slowed by reflection
But
These moments will pass
Still
Halfway up the hill
My fingers may bleed
But I've got to get there
Still
Standing
They left him stuck in the Penn
I love him, we all here just to die here, plus
Nobody cares what got here
Touched by a angel and kissed by the Lord
gone as far as asking if I could get with her
I just play love by ear and hope she gets the picture
I'm shooting for her heart, got my finger
me? I say, fuck y'all
Got the same team that I came in with, ducking all that lame shit, ay
Everyone, I know is on go
Drive-bys, while rolling in a 4
fingers intertwined in some gang-sign madness
I got an exam, let's see if y'all pass it
Let's see who can quote a Daddy Kane line the fastest
Some
please
Just got served by little niggas on the 10-speed
12 years old, got bumps they can't keep
A straight killer, a fool, a lil' ass gee
God
Jesus on my pendant
Got to pull it out for everyone that's in attendance
Okay, back in the day as a college park tenant
Still can't believe I didn't get
screw and common knew
We had bitches by the dozens "huh" we fuckin' cousins
You can throw ya middle finger if ya feel me loc
A nigga just got paid
the hands of time
Before this moment passes by
Maybe we're wrong and the time's not right
If I only would've known
Maybe I'd still be alone
And maybe
on the dance floor
Girl, it's you that I adore
Step on stage, you scream for more
Afrika got rhymes galore
Snap my fingers, make you mine
If not, I'll
the moon came out 'till the sun came up
I was supplying the days when where they flame up
Our mamas passing, by trying to explain us
Pissing in the bushes
to say hi
Standin' there like a mime and let the chance pass by
Back of my mind, "He could change your life
With all these beats I did, at least let him
screw and common knew
We had b****es by the dozens "huh" we f***in' cousins
You can throw ya middle finger if ya feel me loc
A n**** just got paid
on the mic
The Butter P honey got the sugar, got the spice
Roll the L's tight, keep the rhymes right
Yo, I just made this motherf- up last night
And, uh,
C.R.E.A.M.
Get the money
Dollar, dollar bill, y'all
It's been twenty-two long hard years, I'm still strugglin'
Survival got me buggin', but I'm alive
By the smoke niggas choke niggas cough and they fart
Need to quit it but they still tryin' to hit it too hard
It's the...
Hook (x2):
humming
Dynamite, dynamite, clef I got the cash
Yo let's skip town like harlem nights
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my
on some new ish
She was on some old ish, now I got a new bish
Think I give two ish? You ain't gonna do ish
Meet my two fingers, intro-deuces
If you knew
my money in stacks
And lace my bitches with nine figures
Real niggas fingers on nickel plated nine triggas
Must see my enemies defeated
I catch 'em
trying
Talk is cheap, by and large—it's best not buying
Hate to be in my loved ones arms dying
Leopards spot can't be spotted, why the fuck you lying
in my Phantom and drive to my phone start roaming
Lord I don't want to talk to nobody I want my moment
Please pardon my rest room but Tunechi got
the moon came out 'till the sun came up
I was supplyin the days when where they flame up
Our mamas passing, by trying to explain us
Pissing in the bushes
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