Lyrics:
kill Poverty a make a hitter have zero chill a believer who could never Spend the power wheel, Will power its all ours so don't feel anything less than
Yeah
Yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
Uh, y'all know who
We the one
Yeah
GV
Mega Lar'
Yo, yo, I break barriers, name who? Mega
done
Lot of shit, been on my mind
So I stay to myself
Who gone really stick around
When I need someone there
Not myself right na
Uh un
I'm just by myself
wheels
Know some niggas who done fell of too we call them had wheels
And some niggas crashed they v shidd we call that dead wheels
Shorty made my toes
Living too safe foreal
Gotta take risk in the field
Ain't no slowing down by the wheel
Letting you know this shit real
Babygirl got the best out the deal
I
And cleaned out the bank safe it's said that they got off with quite a haul
In the darkness by the riverbed they waited on the ground
For one more member who
June is bustin' out all over
All over the meader and the hill
Flowers bustin' out on bushes
And the roughen river pushes
Ev'ry little wheel
And it took us far away
Every time I turned that dial
I set these two young hearts on fire
And who could blame us
The radio made us
A spot down by
Y'all know me, still the same O.G.
But I been low-key
Hated on by most these - with no cheese
No deals and no G's
No wheels and no keys
No
Y'all know me, still the same O.G.
But I been low-key
Hated on by most these niggas with no cheese
No deals and no G's
No wheels and no keys
No
Y'all know me, still the same O.G.
But I been low-key
Hated on by most these niggas with no cheese
No deals and no G's
No wheels and no keys
No
hardly stop niggas
Not if they got niggas, doughboys and hot niggas
Who mighta shot niggas but only by scrilla
I'm for respect, nowadays they expect me
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreamin' (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreamin' (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
Now when I was a play horse
You pulled with a string
On wheels where my legs should be
And he was the boy who pulled the toy
Around
said no saving face
Pull up pull up who that?
Who got mula? Who stacked?
I swear these rappers are pussies they not as cool as they rap
Go head and send
said no saving face
Pull up pull up who that?
Who got mula? Who stacked?
I swear these rappers are pussies they not as cool as they rap
Go head and send
Thy kingdom come
Thy will be done
Thy will be done
Thy wheel be whipping
Thy wheel be bending the block
Its Rizo
You know who Im calling
Bad vibes
Who do I go to
When you're not there momma
Who do I go to
Who do I go to
I can't just turn to anyone
It's not the same momma
It's not the same momma
Felon, fights behind me on the intersection
Sex and drugs my anthology on perfection
Dress superb admired by conspirists
Who wanna try me but ain't high
disappear when a firefly passes by.
A word touches your thoughts
Ties my stomach up in knots.
Who is driving this train?
Someone with nothing to lose
to a close
And reinvent the wheel by reshaping what it means to be human
And they think they can achieve this by 2030
It's a cold dystopian vision that wants
be out of here by now
(Still in Hollywood)
My, my
I'm running on a wheel and I don't know why
(Still in Hollywood)
Oh wow
I thought I'd be out
from the bright lights
And high beams glare
Thick like the fog but clouded by doubt and fear
Then you defrost the windows
Everything becomes clear
See
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