Lyrics:
These niggas don't want smoke ahun
And they talk like some pussy hoes uh huh
Got the dick on the Draco no drums
Blow the smoke at you pussy hoes for
can live off the land these days
Is to buy and sell
[Chorus]
Like the rain on the roof on the porch by the kitchen
Where as my grandmother
starting to see just what the thrill like
Dodging all these urges in my mind, it's like a real fight
But ian in a ring, ian get no boxing gloves
Ian got
lined with silver and gold
And before my little darling shall suffer
I'll have the ship anchored and sold
If I had wings like an angel
Over these prison
like crazy
You told me not to cry when you were gone
But the feeling's overwhelming, they're much too strong
Can I lay by your side, next to you,
down? Nigga, holla when you see me
And let these devils be sorry for the day they finally freed me
I got a caravan of niggas every time we ride
Hittin'
He's gone two thousand miles
Is very far
The snow is falling down
Gets colder day by day
I miss you
The children were singing
He'll be back
These days, my heart's always on the run
These days, the world's spinning out of control, oh
These days are fast and they're furious
Feels like
tint
I’m just tryna level up, so these niggas gonna pick
Ian even gone trip, ima fill another dutch
Ima smoke the shit away, till the day i get touched
Ya ya These niggas ain't real
Be so lost sometimes but imma hang on to the wheel
When I go up make sure momma get the first meal
Ian stuntin no hoe
Saw it yesterday while I drove by
Looks like you've made yourself a real good life
What else can I say?
The Georgia Rain on the Jasper County clay
Is who yer don' it with
That's why, if you don't mind,
I'd like to sing these words to ya, ya see
I've got new books to read
But they ain't what I need
the most
Is who yer don' it with
That's why, if you don't mind,
I'd like to sing these words to ya, ya see
I've got new books to read
But they ain't
feelin' like a needle to these young kids
You had the world, you about to leave it to these young kids
And we gonna show you what the love is
Stay
The old man turned off the radio
Said, "Where did all of the old songs go
Kids sure play funny music these days
They play it in the strangest
sole purpose to get off my rock
Never move like nun these dumb niggas so Ian get caught up by no cops
Was about 14, 15 when I had got my first got glock
we reach the very top,
We like the feeling of the moment.
Sometimes that's where wed like to stop,
But we've been given these moments
Stop it, stop it hey radio, fuck you! Radio
Fuck you! Y’all don’t want to lose again a
Lot of people here tonight felt like
They lost you know why?
(need a lot of rage)
To get by these days (by these days)
You need a lot of faith (need a lot of faith)
To reach the sun (ah ah ah)
I feel rage
I
Feels something like summertime
Top down ain't nothing but time
Radio's on and you're by my side
Feels something like summertime
These days
Most these rappers, ain't got no class like bomb threats
And bein' the illest, the disease, is the on set
And it don't matter where you at
If you
At a loss, aimless, six feet
Deep, suffocatin', can't face it
Can't change it, ain't make it
Master plans by the maker, I see no savior
Warpin' reflection
but all you do is judge a book on by its cover
That's your problem Ian
You want everyone to see what's underneath; develop X-ray vision
But your
a little bit of these working man blues, here comes workin' man
Well, hey, hey, the working man, the working man like me
Never been on welfare,
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