Lyrics:
be the reason that
My life was ruined, too
Bitch, I hope this fate change you
By prey this fate claim you
How is Justin a real Driverand you
Ain’t see
I could
Sometimes I guess my best ain't good enough
'Cause when it's over, said shit done
You sittin by yourself mixed up
But I tried, I tried
might go to Harlem, look at fits with
bloody O's
I ain't got no way back home like I'm Willem Dafoe
Uh, you gotta get it or you better live it My vision
Ain't no breaking me down, bitch I'm breaking the banks
And ain't no holding me down, even if you holding the shanks
I'm controlling the time, nigga
Rewind the clip
Yeah, I'll start by taking back
It's Spring of '17
Sitting shotgun there in my car
You said celebrities are sad, no matter how big or small
don't knock you I just blame it on your own head
Pork on the fork, widen the pot
By any means if you like it or not
Malcom X, by any means
Many fourteen
a man, just a man
Chopper by the bed, glizzy by the door
How you think I'm supposed to live when only thing I see is war?
Yesterday, was on the 'Gram,
the love ain't fair
You killin' then show me some proof
I already got the juice
Chain different colors like fruits, uh (fruits)
I like to hang out
threes by myself, Trifecta
Flyin' over the seas, I'm a hawk Tyler Lockett
One in the uhhhh, I ain't got a cock it
Fuck is a plug, coming straight for
even know
I ain't hand over enough a whole thing since '94 (damn!)
We ain't trippin' we'll swap it out (swap it out)
If its still in the rap we'll
on my phone in like five minutes
I keep my head in my own business
Lies and all of the bull I'm for from it
If you got something to say, you better mean
One stop shop anything you need here
It ain't stuffed in the fender got the bag right here
Louie V backpack brought the trap right here
Til our death
really live my life right
So I ain't got no time to waste with you
I've been on my grind got something to prove
Get up out my face I ain't in the mood
Twenty-three years, still ain't penetratin' the culture
You are not top five in mine, B.I.G or Pac eyes
No Andre, no Nas, stop tellin' white lies
Sniff
They kill me, you gon kill them?
I still got pride
Can I live?
Hell yeah but you still gon die
C'mon nigga you a thug
But I'm still gon cry
And you
ride
They kill me, you gon' kill them? I still got pride
Can I live? Hell, yeah but you still gon' die
C'mon, nigga, you a thug but I'm still gon' cry
auntie
You ain't got to lie ta kick it
Tell your cousin, tell your sister, if she want me
You ain't got to lie ta kick it
I'm a be as real as I
Fuck, man
Brrt
Hello?
What the hell you mean, ma?
I ain't did shit
Fuck
Feds hit the spot, man, I ain't sayin' nothin'
They came around
Just because you're breathin' that don't mean you got heart
Fuck you, I used to be a robber too
So I know when and how a nigga scheme and move
Shoot
on T.V.
My life, your entertainment (entertainment)
You watch it while I live it (live it)
I walk they follow (ay)
I talk they holler (ay)
Just here
in the Ville, on how you saying you real
Niggas could never live how I live, you ain't deservin'
My lifestyle's urban, never met me in person
Just
the money
I took a crack with a bat but now my face look funny
Ain't got no time to relax save that shit for the pad
They don't call me if I'm winning, call
(that ain't gangsta)
You'd call me an animal if you seen me livin' on lock
I stay in a box cats be shook when I'm visitin' pop-ulation
When I walk
the eye of disgust if you play me then I buss ain't nothing left to discuss I hear them fucking conversations bout us chit chatter bout I V.O.C. ain't
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