Lyrics:
carry myself hold myself down in fact
This one dedicated to my niggas on run
Holdin big gats go for your gun
Prepare to crush them we trust none
Man
fall of, shaking 'em all off
Six figure niggas with it, over did it, spit it
In ways that'll cause a rush
Keeping your face in a state of disgust
see a Bentley
Type of feeling where you work your way up
And you really start from the beginning
Beginning
All these bitches like to talk
But i know
got bitches in my bed
Never slime your nigga out
Never slime your homie
Nigga I been tryna'
Get it all by my lonely
Never slime your nigga
Never slime
Making me richer than u
Yes
Racism dies tonight
Bro my homies be flyer than kites
Roll up the weed cos we highing tonight
Call up your girl cos Adonko dey
I'm getting lethal with these nice lines
Creeping through your speakers
Catch you sleeping like a thief of in the nighttime
Young Doms, none of you
Give me the cue
Skip the introduction
Proceed the lip function
The junction get rushed by some grimy people busting weed
Splatter your melons like
When your in the mood to flow let me know
Cause to me it ain't no thing I'm always ready to go
So I know that you know that I know you gets none
But
raising this child, these children
Nothing, none of it belongs to you
You can only have it by letting go
You can only take if you are prepared to give
I'm at your door, your eyes are like, "Why are you here?"
Judging by my steel, I got something to do here
Give up the money or the angel cries two
With a fake-ass badge and a gun in your hand
But take off the gun so we can see what's up
And we'll go at it punk and I'ma fuck you up
Make you think
But sometimes the things, they just don't go right
But I want to tell you one thing, and it's for sure
You treat your woman like you treat yourself
folks might be
A little bit smarter than I am
Bigger and stronger too
But none of them will ever love you
The way I do
It's me and you
life and practiced it
Pay attention, none of this is happening by accident
Listen, I don't slack a bit
Game plan solid, no cracks in it
Said I want
gotta climb gates
Escape from a city that's defined by crime rate
Design traits that minimize the grind
Then divide on your mind's states
Fine breaks,
kiddo? You're line was busy
Bobby
Fella
Bobby
Sweetie
How have you been?
Stop by on your way home
Seems like weeks since we Bobby,
hard for mine
Work hard, work hard
Work hard (oh yeah)
When I go hard anything goes (hard)
Walk in with the chains, Quavo Django (chains)
I-85
da holy ghost at my shows like ya grandma at church,
And the fat lady singin', it's ova for you rappers,
Cant none of yall bust your just sacs full
better, faster and I'm richer
I can take you to the places that ain't seen by tourists
I can make you feel amazing, trust my heart the purist
With this type
songs, we clear the air
Go
Niggas be lyin' like they raw (lie)
Forty-eight hunnid my cough
Put my lil' bitch in a loft (in the spot)
"Keep your eyes
it in, grindin' to the ten, I been through it
Sticks in your hand, shoot on demand, I'll zip your man, find you a new one
Hold up, no way at all
with ya
I'm just tryna get richer
The same lame nigga hit me up be the same lame nigga dissin'
But that's how the shit go
When you give your heart
When
watching your work go to waste
Don't know when to start running
Don't know if I've done it
Or whether to pull you in tight
When you're this deep in
fine
I'm still trying to figure out if
Two wrongs make a right
This city's full of no ones
I blend in I'd like to think
The way you tell your stories
I
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