Lyrics:
We moved from Kennett Missouri
All the way to Springfield
Look
Pain grows
Love fades
Growing up
We had no Outlet
Just as young kid trying
a rumor
More you accomplish the higher the pedestal is
And stories 'bout you seem to have more impact than what the truth is
I'll be honest winnin'
up and hit the door then you scream fuck love
It's Just know ya worth baby know ya worth
This is a story about a kid named ricio
Fell in love not
pack heat
Got turned out early by them scandalous freaks
Addicted to crime so I stay in the mix
With a love for hoochie chicks and pulling jewelry
Found a stone on Thirty-second street in a field all overgrown
Said “Here lies old poor Regina. Died tonight.”
By my house that’s laden marble with
I am the king I can do the impossible
2 Fast by my side with this force we unstoppable
Above and beyond and I'm feeling phenomenal
TayDaBul
That's my
your heart skips a beat
Beef? Nigga overcook that meat
Get no sleep, only rest is in between the blink
My life story was written in blood, permanent
Chain, diamond chips
Crips style with the matching bracelet
Sweats with the K-Swiss
Athletic chick who run track, "Hey, miss
Pleasure's all mine, please
getting his revenge
She found out about the 1st 2nd and 3rd
by this time now you'd think the both would have learn
But that's just what happens when you
leave her, I'll probably be broke by next year
She would always tell me I'm the truth, but I knew
I was down in Florida, off exotic, she grew
She wanna
'round me and sleep in my bed you see
Cause my sheets be silk like your skin
So soft and inviting you in
One chick two chicks either side then one by my
chicks
Said she only had to dance to get her family out the fix
Fine as hell, but the bitch made me sick
Cause after datin' two months she'd still make me
Spanish with the plug havin' convos
Bleek Lair ran lips, hit the line every morning cause they know I keep the lean by the carload
In the top, hit
lines
Had a few prostitutes and if you knew the truth
They're like pimps, you can't let em do it to you
She ain't no sucker, I know that bitch man
She
the re-up gang,
2 zero comma five a key, the peace symbol front of the v,
Fuck gold digger bitches my set be freaks uh,
Momma I needs no harm ya lack
talkin' 'bout learnin' how to swallow truth
Train your brain to stop for fuel
And chased shit
Face the clubs like a hit with a stick
Or a fake chick shakin'
fine
My chick two dimes
I'm in my new prime
Stu hours
New Bauer
Cool flower
She bloomed out here
Blue room vibes
Let that Oooomm glide
Cop that
all human guinnie pigs and there's no test of how it effects us long-term
But by their own admitted story eighty percent
That have taken it after two
give me the kick of the day
Emotions take all de talk everyday
Emotions be tellin me what to do
Emotions be makin my day can't u see
I tell u the truth
tokes, two in a pod but now that part's broke too
I've seen your type round here before, one sec let me write you a story
Give everything you need
yourself so often
With no escort, when I see you walk'in
Your minds elsewhere, when your friends be talk'in
I got two eyes here, for you to get lost in
A few
that gold, I'm a Striker
I score my goals, I'm a Striker
If I like your chick I won't strike out
Ima get that girl I'm a Striker
I achieve my goals I'm
shack to these three stories
It’s a decent house in the countryside
Two kids that came from my conscious side
Every girl I ever wanted
Quite a few I
pack heat
Got turned out early by them scandalous freaks
Addicted to crime so I stay in the mix
With a love for hoochie chicks and pulling jewelry
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