Lyrics:
thick red ties
Not dying for a chance to help me out
Oh, mirror, mirror, on the wall
Tell me how many sick must fall
Before we get our hearts and heads
[Pete Rock]
Yeah.. uh-huh.. *echoes*
It's called the Wig Out *echoes*
It's called the Wig Out *echoes*
*whispering*
It's called the Wig Out
punk rock
I guess I’ll never feel that feeling
That feeling they’re all wailing over
I’m married to a fantasy
I’m married to delusions
And they cradle me
I'm from the dirty south where niggas go to prison just by word of mouth
Slangin quarter keys to make them G's is what it's all about
I was brought
Queens bloodline
Pops taught me to hustle Mama told me be humble
I learned by going through struggle
When you fall you need to bounce back
I promise
Levanta, Levanta
Once giving is always got you know
Once hit ain't always hot we know
Homie out here because I'm here fasho
Foundations solid rock
the (money man)
hooooo, hooooo
hooooo, Hot Damn
[Verse 1 - Malice]
My how the boys grow?
From roaming low into homes
To homes of his own
No catching up
(What's happening nigga?)
Hell yeah, what's up my nigga, ain't nothing just out here grinding, my nigga you know what it is
What's up nigga what
his Sassons
To take a crap- BOOM! -gas fumes- then his ass soon
Had shitted out little Denace n Spencer
And so now then the suspense of
Having two
family, now
Comin' up in game backdoor with the heat
Krayzie's friends out the walls
? by my lonely, before a sista was broke
Blow up Mo Thug open up
time. Murder Gloves...I wish I was Bboy. NOW I ROCK DDDD BOY.
[Verse 3]
cnd you know it well, they just won't quit. Police come, but they don't find
like the buddarist punk
I never saw you in the park
You give it all to your bullshit skills G
A white boy actin' black, that shit kills me
Pants
Ayo, yea niggas
I'm talkin to all y'all hard rock niggas
Let y'all niggas know that I understand
What niggas is really goin through ya understand?
I’m a
Sissy, I’m a boy, I’m not a man
I’ll be destroyed before I finish this
And I haven’t eaten dinner, I’m starving
I’ll probably fall over in my
Seat
thе peanut
Snatch the blue blanket off a lioness
I haven't talk to my shrink
I've been offa psychics
Kill torture bind kids, invade a home
Fall sleep
Dreaming of a car with a trunk in the front (Skrt) I done faced too many blunts
Hard for me to see, catch me in the back, you can see me out front
worthless
seeking vanity and labeling it “righteousness.”
little girl, only four years old,
gettin’ touched in the dark by men full-grown,
crying out loud
and we roll
We'll be ridin' til the wheel falls off
Show them nigga we grind and this gold
We'll be shinin' til the lights go out
Do this one for
and we roll
We'll be ridin' til the wheel falls off
Show them nigga we grind and this gold
We'll be shinin' til the lights go out
Do this one for
Nd you can tell by duh swag greez bout money,
Nd I dnt play no games wen its bout money,
I do it for dem young niggas dat pop beans,the hot boys wit
you'll fall I'm the fucking weatherman
Get to my peak, 2018 Vetements
Pass me the rock I know how to handle em
Dame time bitch I never panic
I do
the knot Boy Scout
Riding with me cause you know I'll never sell out
By my side even when I fucking dropped out
Your fingertips on my skin
You been pulling
Heavy metal thing, rock, wit Mos and Pos and us
Written flows get broke down by the comas
From L.I. lawn, I green shit up in my wallets
To fly
some kids tryna make it out
Eight niggas in a little room with the music loud
At the edge of summer pushing fall bitch
Twenty Seventeen august
Dropped up
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