Lyrics:
Fuck one I want it by the bundle
Ain't a migo but I'm talking huncho
Got them horses fuck a bronco
Stackin them m's for a condo
Engine foreign yea
like what I doing lately
By any means ima make it happen for these blue strips baby
Bitch I'm impatient for the bag I need them blue franklins
Loose lips
.50 caliber players mo' fools is .22's
Murder next to my marrow killin' up streets with the blues
Bossalinie, Fetty chico, been around since '89
the fuck I got Mo’ shit
Popped in the back by the beau’s whip
Now I’m on the back of that boat, spliff
In my fucking hand trying to focus
Painting in
New York the city that never sleeps
Bodies covered in white sheets are layin' in the streets
Shit gets deep as we creep up the block by the kids
started getting too close
So I stay with my guys that been by my side
'Cause I know they gon' ride 'til the car can't drive
New drip, had to pick up
Changing the world ain't as crazy as we sound
No mo prison system if there Weed found
Smoke in the streets one time sees but we free now
Hop in the Aston
a real nigga
Educated in the streets, so I'm clicked up with killas
Dougo, Rocko, Jay'Ton and By-Bo
In the air like hydro, they know
We so toed,
others as they recite
What we preach
Flowers above the concrete in the inner city streets
Building this empire, lyric by lyric, and beat by beat
What
on my heart
Boy got mo' ice, than a W march
Bout to knock my trunk off, with this shit down South
Knocking pictures off your wall, when I pass by your
on the street
Leather’s when nobody needs you
Cause computers do everything better than you do
Leather
Leather is no basic income, leather
Leather is when no
Catch Me On A Back Street
They Gone Knock Me Off
Yea I'm Talkin' Bout The Law
Yall Sum f---n' Devils
Up In School You Got Blues
Now Ya Bout Wateva
Hoes
stuck in (CyHi)
Real gangsters don't wanna be in the streets
We just stuck out here 'cause we ain't got nothin', so pray for us
Yeah, no dope
blue cause your punches are basic
You hate the colour you must be a racist
A god that they can’t stop when I walk to the top
son of a gun better run
got a blacklist on his Ps,
Too many transfers came for the streets,
Double digit racks,
Card swallowed by machine,
Hotline bling, as far as they can
more livin to die
Dying to self but livin in delight
Trading in one to get unending life
Not by the gun, not by d funds
One could be lost, one gets u
Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A, the N-O-V-A,
And the rest is F-L-Y,
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix,
And these reasons I'll tell you
time we talked was the first grade, class of Ms Pearl
I let you borrow my blue crayon, that must've meant the world
Listen, I ain't trying to be
kinda flippy, pockets never skimpy
Married to Marijuana with that drama you can miss me
Fifty-fifty I'm a playa, slash money maker by nature
I get that
ka thipa
So either way, na ke go tswa mo ke popile
Monna ke bopile di corner ke potile
Ke ba shebile, ba iketsa nkare ba khohliwe
Ha lea re kenya mona,
notes
In the pot there’s two and a blue of the snow
With a minimum 17 zeds of the cro
How you think I ant bought me a pole
By the end the week this
Way too stuck off dope
Cause I can't take no mo yeah
Mind on overload
With shit I can't control yeah
Call lil shawty home and if she real she'll suck
[T-Mo]
Trying to keep my head above water
Selling myself short to meet the fucking quota
Still there's niggas at my heels to get my paper
everything and then give em some mo
Damn
It could be my bad, that I'm really like that, but its so crazy when I add
Everything I don't do and everything i'm
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