Lyrics:
Slayin the beat cuz it’s all I know
Hopin that ya’ll enjoyed the show
Not only the pain but the flowers grow
There’s air in the leaves so the pain can glow
The first time you ever said my name, I was over you (ha)
R.I.P. Lakeema, R.I.P. Yvette
I was raised by a angel, I was taught by the best (uh)
And when
then they play me like a game
I'm sorry, love
Sorry that when you love me, I push away
Just live it up
Had to give a P-O-V inside my brain
That's why, Im
believing through you're funny reasons
Even when I'm sleeping you think I'm cheatin'
You said I know you're Mr. O.P.P. man yo PP man won't only see me man
Firmin, just a brief reminder
My salary has not been paid
Send it care of the ghost by return of post
P.T.O.: no one likes a debtor
So it's better if my
the heater right by her side
Aiyyo, so what the deal Dogg, tell me
Keep it real Dogg
Niggas seem to the brain, how you feel Dogg?
Nigga I'ma ride, set it up,
the gun out
That's what I'm talking bout, no doubt
Ruff Riding, Eastsidin, to the realest y'know
D-O-double-Gizze, you know how we get busy
[Eve]
Hey
can dog (how you can dog)
O, I'm just in OT, I'm never getting off (I'm never getting off)
P, paper route energy RIP to Dolph (RIP to Dolph)
Q, On my
say People that I love, there's only been a few
Out of this place, I promise we gon' move Out of this state, we living by the pool
They don't play
know that my niggas ain't have to die
And I'm far from finished
I am fueled by the power of all their spirits
I dabble in drugs but I'm still coherent
I
go lose a homie
It's getting personal like he know me
But you'd believe it since I told the story
No emotions runnin through me, Yah
They gone love you
Shit, I'm a changed man
Ayy, turn the lights out
Big baller 2Pac up in this bitch
You know how we swing this shit, look
By age sixteen I sold
the Dunn, P., but not the bottle
I keep broads by the (?)
Shape and mold em like waffles
Call em by the palm, get up in they ear like 'Uhh' make a dike
finish Mo Salah (Turn turn)
How man tell me buss my shh
Only cah they know I’m on camera
They want me in the bin Osama (Turn)
That would’ve been four
How the hell you gonna be a great?
I need a blazin' inferno for my enemies
Behind my back I know that everybody sends for me
And I'd respond but I
a reason
And you know what's up, I got no time
I'm breezing
And I know you niggas have got straps but
The only thing you buss is semen
Please, you're
to be (stars)
I pop bars, only way I can go to sleep (fall asleep)
When my gang needed me, bought a hunnid p's (gang)
Put the Patek on my wrist,
condoning
And I don't know how to devote it
I'll pick pocket your watch and you won't do shit about it
Do it all for the clout and I'll eat you rappers up
is gonna meet the same fate
So what you don't have the same blood
You're the only man she's ever called dad
If I stay here I know we're gonna die
backdoor his ass, then I'ma play it off
You know we get it how we live, you gotta play it raw
I could give a fuck if you family, I don't play at all
Baby
'm cheating
You said I know you're mister O.P.P man
You P.P man
Won't only see me man
You should've know that I ain't hitting the step
That I was with it a bit
rollin' with them Brooklyn boys
You know how I be when you start livin' large
I control my own life, Charles was never in charge
No sitcom could teach Scott
decline, it ain't no Patsy, baby!
Light some sage 'cause your spirit is wrong
How the fuck you don't bob your head while hearing this song?
I bop and weave
I'm too gangster to win a GRAMMY
And only the gangsters could understand me
Niggas who live by the code, we speak the same language
They love to hear
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