Lyrics:
We go back like four black flats on a Cadillac Seville in the 1900s
One thing for certain another for sure everyday that I'm up Ima go get some money
Down by the river
Think I got rolled last night
Took all my money
Not a friend in sight
Two empty pockets
And some mud on my jeans
Two bloody
Back then, I scrambled hard wit the trap gods
Now I twist, fronto and Bob’s in my backyard
Figured out, the life I lived was a whole facade
Shit
chiggity Chad
The Spider's flow will deliver some of the dopest shit you've higgity had
I'm reppin' Philly, PA by way of NEPA
Only go forwards don't go
but imma play it like some gameboy
Days passin by and im still doin the same shit
Drivin with the homies towards sun and we lane switch
Un petit mach
Lately I been going around Solo
By myself, Man I don’t need a 4-door
Even back then they wouldn’t give me a promo
Nobody even tap my phone tho
the C notes
Grab her by the neck then I deep stroke
Got my own money I aint never going broke
cfter I hit then I roll up a Toke
Blew a few racks then I
think maybe you should fight some
But our life is good like Ha Ha
We're treated well by my God
We keep it real like Bob Ross
We keep it chill like Baja
Walk around the city by my lonesome
All that what I see is where the flow from
There's a million faces in the place to be
Get it where they fit in
by myself cause I got me
There's some paper beside me that I ain't touch yet
Material girl, this material world
Diamond glitters and them pearls
That's
wrong
Not for too long
And by the end of this song
You fuckin' with me like your best friend
You riding shotty and we vibin
Some would call this perfect
the ounces of cough syrup that you sippin' on
So shit I poured it I sipped it, then I sipped some mo
I fired up a green monster, and I hit that house
some boy in the hood, become so fly?
Standing there, inside her mind, let the chance pass by
Back of her mind, "He could change your life"
What
sorry ain't no time to wait up
If they feel some type of way I promise we can make up ok
I'm on my way up
Gotta get my cake up
Even got let go by my
But even my flute playin' was ripped off by Jethro Tull
Even that Bob Dylan! That vocal style was mine
They did everything freely, and I didn't get
this master
plan
Since y'all 憆eady rowdy I just ask ya man, hey
You want some work, well partna put in ya bid
Now by the was whats ya name they call me
everything's okay
Little by little, watch them take our lives away
Clipper chip
Clipper chip
1984
Mr. Orwell's back, and he's knocking on your door
Then I
I come from nothin', dick
I just want some money, you heard me?
I been up a week and a half for this shit, man
I get bored fast (Cito)
Been up
Check it out i’m a artist ‘til my
Motherfuckin’ arteries close
A couple Winehearts
A couple Bob Marleys to roll
If I did my job
You won’t forget
to fly up out it catch you at a club
You get me fiendin
Now, if you wanna roll with me
Then here's your chance
Doin eighty on the freeway
Catch me if you
something good
But I shoulda had another mechanic under my hood
If you see me walking by you, boy, don't you even speak
Pretend you on the sofa and I'm
my eyes
Swingin' them hips when you pass
I'm visualizing my name tattooed on that ass baby
Jump on this Harley
Lets go smoke some of that Bob
punk cyaan finish weh Bob Marley started
Gong to the Zilla, I'm the Don Die-Hearted
Anywhere me go, dem roll out red carpet
Some man a buy car and nah
he didn't quite
Bob and Mae come up from little town
Way down by lake Texoma where he coaches football
They were two A champions now for two years
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