Lyrics:
Tyson)
Yeah, boy, when you was gettin' your ass beat by your parents
I was watchin' my parents baggin' up grams, dreamin' 'bout McLarens
I was facin'
figure out what's making all these teardrops fall down
Is it the cold or just the pain from last night's fallout?
Thoughts in my head, she and her friends
Enviyon on the mix
Fake from the real
Let 'em know
Hey
I swear they thought it was over
But we just beginning
What’s in the darkness comes to light
minute
Who put my Rolex on the radiator
Back like boomerang I'm Dundee'ing it
But you might see me later alligator
In some bally lace ups, with some
me beefin' with some niggas I could've put on (err, that's fucked up)
They make up lies and put 'em in songs (they do, yeah)
I pull up to lots, cop,
and suffering that made that content. You see what I'm saying? You can't get it from the outside in. Truth is from the inside out. You know, and the way we've
got some real shit
Trying to be like $hort motherfucker, you know what I'm saying?
Dangerous Music got some mack shit for your ass, boy
Fuck him up
any
Money to spend in the cell, but what do you want my belt for?" and he said
"Kid, we don't want any hangin's
I said, "Obie, did you think I was
you what I like)
But if he costs more than he's worth
The boy ain't put in work
I just give him up, switch wheels on him
And I move on, you know I can't
Take the Dom Pérignon, told 'em gon' carry on
Keep the shit a trillion
And I wanna take the time to get to know you like I should've did my last one
How you love this playboy? This
One here bezzled out
With the Hot Boys and the
Tear da Club up Thugs
(Nigga like thiiiiiis) Ridin on twenties
Memphis
the three time losers
Pour out some beer, bust out the ruger
Ladies and gentleman
Bullets will leave you tremblin'
Shooken up
I got my cuban mommy cooking up
There's this book coming out and they asked me to write, uh
Something about Woody
Uh, sort of like, what does Woody Guthrie mean to you?
In
up the ball and the chain
Dropped off on all you lames, y'all all in my way
Ayy, they been inflicted by this off top
On top of the injured list, sit
dudes that
Don’t need it and only bleed shit
You know that they be pissing out the blood
And it’s opposite of what they did ‘cause in
Those books is lies,
out my thang
Hit 'em in the back
Whatever remained
So the bitch stay out my business an let the Benzo skirt
An swang
Yellin' Mobb, clouded wit' Age
go to bed."
"No, grandma! You must"
"Oh, did I tell you, Robert? In the dark, I tripped over Maxwell and took a spill.
Nothing serious I should
between us
Hang on, hang on, hang on
Come with me
Somewhere in the night we will know
Everything lovers can know
You're my song, music too magic to end
goin'
Somewhere together, I've got a quarter
Heads Carolina, tails California
I was out with the boys, catchin' up in a neon light
Didn't know 'til
They get caught up in shit, now meet them faces of death
We let'em keep talkin' man they dog us man it's all the same
But what did we gain by givin'
Maybach shit
Cameras in the ceiling, Seline on my arm
We get ghost, you already know what it is
Money stuffed in my bag
Maybach shit
Bright lights
know I'm older by 8 years but I still let go my pride
Acting like you wasn't with me on the day I almost died
And we beefing over what
Know you dealing
Lemme take a drink of water, be in real quick, hold up
I got a bone to pick
How can you sit up and say I'm repetitive with every song I spit?
me thinking what I owe my rivals (Pussies)
A nigga said we tried to squash it then you know we lyin' (Fall)
I told my youngin' grab that rifle, set
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