Lyrics:
burnt out
With love... your love
Your love
This is the song of names
Keep on fighting to the end
No mercy for the rest
They're vanishing by the pest
You
about fakes
Now I'ma tell my kid to watch out for the snakes
You just couldn't leave me alone
Now I'm going for the top I don't care what it takes
I'm
and doze to pros got called
by the po-po, save it for the phone doe
Bond DeVille, flossin off behind the wheel it's appeal
Took a chill, but I still
it's over with)
Get up off your ass, stand by the door
You lazy in the trap (you really ain't sellin' shit)
I know I'ma make it out, but lately
I
tripping
Red cup sipping and we bout
It by the milli huh
Swagu yeah we bout it by the milli huh swagu
Swagu dripping hoes stay tripping
Red cup sipping
Night lights
In my eyes
Too bright
I'm with you
Forever
Til I die
My P.C.
When I crime
By my side
Red light
Red light
Red light
Red light
Red light
Green
Game plan
We about to run your city that's my fuckin' own plan
Ain't playin'
Stayin' on the lane so fast like a damn train
Red rain
I'ma make your
Man, what the fuck is we gone do, man?
Shit, man, I can't believe this shit, man
Them motherfuckers done killed him
We got to ride for this nigga
Roses are red, my thoughts been screwed
By another love gun, now I swallow these blues
Life is about perspective, I'd rather have my way
You die by
niggas librarian quick
And put them thangs on the
Boat like Nigerian kids
I'ma black mac, hoodie up
I ain't do it for the look until I
Got the Ramada
sowed)
She's buried where the red
Fruit grows (the red fruit grows)
Down by the bayou
Where the devil grow pepper
The chili flows red like blood
Down
much lead but we was taxing for the dope
I fell right in Red arms when they took that Nigga Wag
Seen his mom years later right after that I lost my dad
I
until the break of dawn
I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E
I said I go by the unforgettable name
Of the man they call the Master Gee
Well, my
better when I'm out the city
I just might go hit the A for a minute, I might just go hit the A for a minute
Said what I said in my songs, know she
wish
Now I'm just stuck with a bunch of monsters
And the only way out is by shooting the shit
I've won me too many adventures, I'm waiting for problems
songs
Songs to cope with the pain so I don't feel numb
Promise I'll be fine in hell
Yeah I wish you well
Wish you well by yourself
Oh I've been making
there, nigga fuck you
Money keep coming in so I ain't even worried
I'm richer than your Daddy baby and I ain't even thirty
A nigga made a diss song
in this bitch, I'm O-mas in this bitch
I'm taking shots in this bitch, call that all net in this bitch
I got my red cup in this bitch, yeah I'm turnt
O-mas in this bitch
I'm taking shots in this bitch, call that all net in this bitch
I got my red cup in this bitch, yeah I'm turnt up in this bitch
I say
to articulate these words for my art
This is just a part of me
Have ya heard by the grapevine? No
Babe, do some figure eights on my ass
Let me know if you can
got time to kill
I'm intricate to be up in it
So I defend every minute, cons hoping for dimes to deal
Perimeters occupied by a few chosen
To take
a party on Mars
A dangerous opiate's
The feeling when you need a change
That's all
But he gave me one
And I took a deep breath
By that time it
a symphony scripted in red
Like rats by the piper we're led, to join in this song for the dead
The humor of the gallons never fails to ring true
In this
jealous I won't ease it with these colors (uh, uh)
(ooh, I wanna see it in the moonlight)
Yellow, red, orange robe, askin' for donation (ooh)
I'm not
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