Lyrics:
holidays when the family in town
I seen my auntie and she wanna get the family back together
I just don't think it's tangible now
And if we beefin' in
house, thirty pounds in my book bag
Black 'lac, black tag, fin' to hit a lick again
You a head bussa put yo hand wit yo fist den
Franchise hate me,
before it's time to roll
Real recognize real, I'm good everywhere I go
Took my rap money, invested in stocks
Plottin' with Renzo on how we finna buy back
don't care about us (They don't care man)
Get more than M J mean
It's deeper than rap man who got my back
I felt the pain in my vein as I spoke his
goes hey, hey, hey
All my people stand up and fight with me
Cuz they can't
Hold us back no more son its judgement day
The towers are burning the nations
and drive slow homie
My homie Mali used to stay, 79th and May
One of my best friends from back in the day
Down the street from Calumet, a school full
and drive slow homie
My homie Mali used to stay, 79th and May
One of my best friends from back in the day
Down the street from Calumet, a school full
ain't worth shit who got STDs
When I'm on top doing shows don't come crawling back to me
By that time you'll have herpes HIV and thot disease
I refuse
It's been three years but I'm back
I'm a junior, I'm gay and black
I won't be silent this time
I won't turn my back this time
Cause every time I did
It's your boy Yo Gotti, gyeah!
Gucci Mane La Flare
My nigga Ralph in here
Zaytoven on the beat, nigga
And it's a street-nigga holiday
My Nigga
was said that We was born to die so in my mind, I realize we was born to fight through the struggle,ugh my man, J Hustle i'm feeling the pain so I can
the 'Lac through
Traffic like Malaysian hair
My fifth wheel bow down like
It's time for prayer
All speakers in the trunk, bro, no spare
Paint job, 10 racks
forever remain faithful
All my people stay true
Of course, I want dubs and a candy painted 'lac
Watch the videos and get the girls in the back
But if
12th is my birthday what a holiday
Grew up wit a dream bout raris out on Biscayne
My life horror a flick you can tell by the codeine
A nigga gettin
the L.A.C
So later on we'll be rollin'
Drop tops, I'm hittin' yo' hot spots, I'm top notch
My niggas never listen but I told 'em
When I catch you
real niggas dyin'
They put a limit to our flossin', don't wanna see us shine
But close ya eyes, it ain't nothin', look the other way
This for my mother,
nigga, nope, uh uh
This famous that'll still throw copper
Cross so heavy crack the tabernacle
Fire the ganja back up
Throw some blow in my tobacco
Then
sipping on a
Similac-lac-lac-lac
Read your word
And school you
What you lack-lack-lack-lack
Get behind me Satan
Nigga get back-back-back-back
Ain't no way
Yeah, Holiday, Gary
I don't want why'all to compare me to niggas no more
Unless they got a case pending
Unless they poke somethin' up
Unless they
come back
Ima run up a whole thousand bands
And i done came up off a Thousand grams
Keep a stick by my side like the Taliban
Ima shoot for my dog
Now I'm in your spot, taking everything you got
No J. Holiday, she gon' put that boy to bed
She gon' text me, "come thru" then she gon' delete
tongue like a lizard
Had no choice but to react when
I first heard this track
Started jottin’ down lines in the
Back of the Lac contemplating to myself
Now
Goin' back to being broke
I had roaches in my crib
Sticks and seeds all in my smoke (God bless)
Holiday season
I ain't goin' back to being broke
It's your boy Yo Gotti, gyeah!
Gucci Mane La Flare
My nigga Ralph in here
Zaytoven on the beat, nigga
And it's a street-nigga holiday
My Nigga
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