Lyrics:
(dear lord)
I don't want to stand here
All night in this bar
(no shit!)
I don't want to stand here
All night in this bar!
By two o'clock,
the victom of the shorties in my grill
Askin me to keep it real, but shorty I don't pay no bills
Do I gots the flex to get wit cha, paint you a cold picture
Asking me to keep it real, but shorty I don't pay no bills
Do I gots the flex to get with you, paint you a cold picture
See, why y'all the ones got me
fine
Up until the time we went out on a date
I was fine, I was fine
Now I'm getting dirty looks, I wonder what they'd say
If we were blind, we were
fine
Up until the time we went out on a date
I was fine, I was fine
Now I'm getting dirty looks, I wonder what they'd say
If we were blind, we were
a kind of small fuss
A couple pictures shown
I'm a lonely lad
I've lost myself out on the range
I don't remember much
So don't ask me I've gone
of getting richer
Then my homie Breeze set me down schooled me to the picture
I was with some wild niggas put me on the game
Told me if you tryin' to make
the be-O-N-E see-Town to the D-Town Its a Midwest thang we let em hang to the grees-ound Smokin trees by the P's-ound Blowing big with my niggas, muthafuckas
I’m serving all thru the rain it was cold
I got this shit all by my own
I got to stick to the code
I never had a nine to four
But you know I had
Aw you don't believe in me baby you ain't got to
Get on to the next I ain't about to try to stop you
I was blinded by the fact that a Nigga had
snitch be the latest hood celebrity
Like Welcome home bruh come here take a picture next to me
One nigga two months three felonies
He folded under pressure
Que made the beat by the way
Rearrange her inside Interior Designer
Justin Timberlake I hit her then it's bye bye
About my paper ima change my name
On the real I keep it real under the moon and the sun
It's in my DNA and blood live by the money and gun
Study Art Of War so every single battle is
on this cheddar
By myself I'm doing better
A bitch a do you dirty nigga only if you let her
Nothing but a pretty face
And I ain't got no time to chase
Can't
I can't change where I'm from it's really dangerous
Put your mans on a shirt, that's gonna' make him famous
Drive-by's with automatics when you drop
a building
With revolving doors
Stepping over slumped and lifeless bodies
Sleeping on dirty floors
Clips of pictures of where i had been
Began to dance in
you aint bread chasing then you on a crash course
Still ridin' dirty, duckin' from the task force
Middle finger to them alphabet boys
Still putting
Trials and tribulations conquered by who keeps they patience
Ain't ever been keen to waiting we all have demons we're facing
Don't bring me down
I’m a self paid millionaire, turnt into a rock star
By the age of 12, turnt myself into a popstar
Rock by myself, Ian never need a guitar
Turn 13,
Dirty alley cat rock the freshest clothes
Baby blue ivy powder x and o's
Melt the bracelets cold shots my necklace froze
Drip corona blood drops in mexico
up tsunamis
Catch them lacking in the lobby
Like Tupac I slide like I bobby
Do them dirty like The Walking Dead
He twitching like a zombie
Woah
I can
I'm never gonna change (never gonna change)
Smelling like Patron singing dirty rap songs
Tip-toeing in the crib like six in the morn
Every day
I'm never gonna change (never gonna change)
Smelling like Patron singing dirty rap songs
Tip-toeing in the crib like six in the morn
Every day
focus
I'm making money moves mandatory
In a discussion my past records tell a story
Picture niggas we rushing and still busting
Til the cops come
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