Lyrics:
my mind
That's why I be smokin' that dank sometimes, it keeps me from snappin'
Keeps me calm, keeps my mind open, keeps me fond of what I gots to do
a good heart
Plus look at where we are
I'm surrounded by friends
I'm already a fucking star
I told my mama
I'm gonna start a band
We got friends
We don't
all alone (mama)
Ouu big drip it ain't came from the mall (drippy)
Street Bud, Big Quavo, it's time to ball (woo, uh, ay)
Ice on my neck, I
and Fives, got it on my side
Life in the fast lane, catch me riding by
Livin' how I wanna and I make em wonder why
They don't understand how I be talkin
takin' shit from no one
You can kiss my ass and taste it
I got motion in the province and
My flow is fuckin' molten, swear my album causin' fires
Now I
will always agreed
From the gate I bring my soul to this
Sit and taste how cold it could be
Yeah cold weather loney nights
Gunshots i heard from outside
that I'm a be ya mentor
Be with you every step that you go and venture
I wasn't great when it came to read and write
Will said he would proofread my
Killa what's really good my nigga
Un casa what's really good
What's really good flee
Yo, what's really good
I got ta get on this album
I just
By some trigger happy policeman,
Gotta keep a hold on my sanity
I'm a twentieth century man but I don't want to die here.
My mama says she can't
Dr.Dre on the Chronic
Tell him how real he is or how high I am
Or how I would kill for him for him to know it
I cried plenty tears, my daddy got a bad
got me framded!"
They called me the Reverend when I entered the Church unstained;
My employers have changed but the name has remained.
It all began
got the dancing so amazing
My fans are here and I know that they support me
This album I drop it’ll rise in every city
So AlexdaKid and KidinaKorner
this
Nigga, fuck it, I get paid like this
Mama said that it'd be days like this
Knew the police was gon' raid like this
Knew this shit was in my
mama at home with broken shower
All I can say is more power to you
I be on a plane back to my own tower
I been on a different version of trashy where I
pardon Mr. Keebler but I love Vanilla Wafers
See I got it going on 'cause of the songs that I write
I got it going on 'cause my crew's enough hype
Plus
Oh my darling
Tell me what is really going on
Yeah
Momma told me not to talk to strangers life is tough
I put syrup in my Coca-Cola, dude it's gon
Yea
What It Do Red
Cut my mic up a bit in this muthafucka
Look
Motivation creates some dedication
I’m screaming to the top this shit fr fuck
Yeah, this one's dedicated, to my grandmother, and your grandmother
It's all love, let's not forget who raised us, word up
Big Mama, my
The mouth is statured with a work for real it got me hurtin'
Of course a nigga flirtin', come from behind that curtain
I got some more deliveries but yet I be
the gallows
Runnin' from my shadow
Runnin' from my shadow
I let it rain through the sunroof
I've been parked out by the waterfront
Been going to war with
lets talk about this street I know
Meta meta yo is needed when its time for me to go
I spent my whole life on this KC street
The PASEO where the real
we got it goin' on
Hi my names trilla
I come from Birmingham like Sturridge
Nobody paved my way it took courage
Ever since Westwood man a been worried
can't knock the hustle (alright)
But I- it's like a game of twenty-one and I got nineteen
And my Jake but I put more D on me
Lil' Weezy Wee gon' eat
ain't an album cut I'm still getting my demo reel off
Ma I promise our break through on the horizon
Know your son has got a lot more left inside em
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