Lyrics:
Watch me step
I’m riding by myself
Because I only trust myself
I’m smoking by the hour but still adding to my wealth
I know that sounds crazy
These
natural
So she tells Mike she'll pass by after school
Mike's house is nice just like she imagined
On the porch that's Nanna, a little old-fashioned
Nanna
nigga with a 12-gage pump
With a 12-hour rush to run and get this money, fuck these punks
Road rules I swim in the dirt, I stay in some skirt
I hit where
(Nowhere) anywhere they can go.
And trouble may come in sometime you get pulled
Over by one time and when its 1999 the one didn't even make any stride.
a new jar of RAGÚ
I'm sittin' on a plane, but not by you
My window seat, Erykah Badu
You know I can't tell a bitch, "I do"
You can't show these niggas
a Namazu fish
All these shit you do, I don't miss you
All lies you made, yeah I hate you
It's about some that you doing wrong
So I'm living day by day on my
Hehehe, these are my words to my first born..
Can you picture, young niggaz in a rush to grow
Til hard timers in the pen, had to crush his throat
yeah)
I already told you this but I had to tell y'all twice (twice)
This a dangerous lifestyle, every day I roll the dice (It's lit)
Did this by myself
Where's hot in the shade
Like 96s degrees almost every single day
We Lighting up my green
And then I pass it to the chiefs
Chilling under palm trees
While
Where's hot in the shade
Like 96s degrees almost every single day
We Lighting up my green
And then I pass it to the chiefs
Chilling under palm trees
While
Where's hot in the shade
Like 96s degrees almost every single day
We Lighting up my green
And then I pass it to the chiefs
Chilling under palm trees
While
is no limit they don't know ya
Past by Gucci shades I don't know ya
Tom Ford make the pockets look older
Diamond baguette
Keep dancing no rest
My
ready
Always in a rush, now my life so heady
But I still deliver like Postmates
Lock myself in the booth for the whole day
BBC hoodie for a cold day
on the score board,
These are Cartier’s my niggas these are not no Tom Ford,
They didn’t wanna see me pop off nigga but I did it anyway,
Feeling good I’m mixing
Switching the flow all the time on these beats
Don't know what to expect just know that its heat
Pray for better days
Pray for you and me
Girl you know I fuck
Bag for my babe is the price that I'll pay
We on for the night then she gone by the day
Mixed
These signals and what it's in my gut
Could it be from
dreams of Caprices
Drove by the teachers, even more by polices
How'd he get the cash? The day his father passed away
Left him with a lil' somethin',
dreams of Caprices
Drove by the teachers, even more by polices
How'd he get the cash? The day his father passed away
Left him with a lil' somethin',
(Nowhere) anywhere they can go.
And trouble may come in sometime you get pulled
Over by one time and when its 1999 the one didn't even make any stride.
We're young and dumb and on the ride of our lives
Maybe I'll make it with you by my side
And that's the wonder of the unknown
All these thoughts in
and tired of it all
I wanna get rid of these useless thoughts
I wish I could just uninstall
Need to focus
Hocus pocus
Is it working
They think that by telling
want the hoe number
Played me back in the day yee bitch you fumbled
I got a whole Lotta problems getting these hoes that's not one
Boy this world so
horizons blurry, the further I go, the more blurry it becomes
Tom MacDonald n' Knox Hill's music cure me of my contaminated
Ears from these songs bumpin'
And a motherfuckin' K9
We murk niggas in the day time
When the birds chirpin' and the flowers bloomin'
Everybody got automatics like cockin' back is too
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