Lyrics:
A 9 BALL 3 BILLS SHOT BUP BAP
YO ME DEVEN NEED A SECOND OR A THIRD FI GUH SPIN DEM BLOCK
SUH WEH ME HEAR SOME WASTE MAN A CHAT DEM NAH TALK FACTS
YO
seven seconds till the bastards breach the door. Just remember nothing's real, they can't hurt you anymore. Run. Bullets ricochet, under the gun, reaching
and it got about a 7-inch dick on it
Lil nigga, I'm G23, Gen 5, and it got about a switch on it
That stupid-ass nigga got caught by a TM5, and he had about
a couple days of old shit
When it comes to others, they just start
Before putting themselves up for judgment by the law
That's the difference in my thoughts
by the times I'm havin'?
Just wait till I get my license back
I bet can have any guy I ask
'cept for that rapper th at guy is wack and he
cctually
gotta focus on ball
He say he down for least 7
when come out he need me to be a star.
A lil later he sentenced and I caught a growth spurt.
God giving
from his snoring, was like, "What you doing?"
A disturbance only last for a second
Wanting platinum status, she was standing butt-naked
After booty
vane
That's when love comes
Almost seven years after after the storms have moved on
Was a damn long time without laughter...
But how's a second hand
you couldn't be saved by John the Pope
Money is the bible, couldn't care about a idol
If you're goin' for the title than it's kinda suicidal
Cause
starts
But that Sunday when I left you was the end of the ride, and
Chorus:
There was never a day when thoughts of you passed me by
There was never an hour
hopes
and all my dreams, they come together exactly as they seem.
*Pre-Chorus*
First rule says you've got to believe in who you are.
Second asks you
the trend
From evening to AM my friend
I wish I could stop, I'm just so damn dependant
Haven't been home for a minute and I'm wiped out
Getting older by
I blow
Might catch a contact, if I drive by slow
With a tight grip, hand on the wheel of my tight whip
See me at the second line, and all them girls
bystander, blocks have cameras
Have second thoughts
When you're brandishing the hammer
It's not a movie when your
Head's up, shake down, faced with the toolie
paid me by the hour, workin' 24/7
Jag är samma gamla vanliga
Här vi åker runt i bilar, automatiska
De är tragiska, boom, pah
Dyker upp med min
or athletes?
Man runner get caught by hand speed
Forget the violence
Be silent
Lay back in the black top whip with the plate on private
Back to my yard where I'm
Engine revving towards that ending
It's my drive that almost killed me
It's my mind that's always bending
I don't have time for a second take
Spent
Phillip
Oh, at art camp, I played Lumiere
And the beast and I had a fling
I'd run my fingers through his hair
Well, beast so, fur
His second show
Korean coupe in the front
With twelve rich whores, ready to stunt
Roll the blunts, lady, you straighten the pussy, ran Glenny my man
Honest seven
a mandolin
Scrambling these words together, no one fucks with fancy pants
I'm vain as fuck, can't walk by a mirror without a handsome glance!
I'm a sick
left me on ?7de Laan?
I?m feeling like I lost my ?Fame & Passion(s)?
Chorus:
Boy you had me thinking you?re so perfect
Oh, it?s amazing I believed that
have more than 100
I'm struggling, you know I am
Appreciatin' is something I be forgettin', every second
24/7, I'm a forgetful servant, I gotta be
You won't be next I'm telling ya
Might not die by twenty seven, yeah
Forsake your brothers
Give up on your lovers
To get the things you think you
Yo, first I sprinkle a verse
By adding words, rhymes
Flippin 'em in to a verse with lines
Then ima hit 'em with spurts rhyme
Then ima let 'em
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