Lyrics:
ride it, too
I got a new sound you can take with you
I got an old soul but it feels brand new
And we can break it down
We can take a few
Let me get this
Risked it all, it was part the plan
Acrteryx so even in wet weather I stay cold
I'm on the next one if they ask, say Simon say so
This ain't for free,
of the tower and I'm plotting on my next place to stoop like a eagle
Pop seal on a new bottle old bitch get the calling i'ma hit her next leap year
THC in my
Reach for your goal, say what you're told
Think that you know
See what you're shown, watch it get old
Watch, it gets old
Teach what you learn,
said he's lookin' for a man
to move some old cars around
maybe me and Marie could find a burned-out
van and do a little settlin' down
Aw, but I'm
said he's lookin' for a man
To move some old cars around
Maybe me and Marie could find a burned-out
Van and do a little settlin' down
Aw, but I'm
cornered by feds
I met a bitch inside the alleyway
Inside of my head
She said
Oh casxuls you're so faceless
I'm walking cross the street corner for head
the old days
The bad ones and the best of 'em
This one's for Christopher, who I beat up over Jessica
This one's for Metra, Ms. Sharpe and the rest of 'em
I
Can you hear me
Snacks for the Revolution
Volume 2
This is long overdo
This song is 4 years old now
Somehow still relevant
I was angry when I
Houdini
Been in the game, naw, I ain't new to this
Christopher Bridges, yea, I'm going Ludacris
Yea, I be dripping, I think I need mucinex
Think 'fore you
soldiers
Bit by bit, torn apart
We never win, but the battle wages on for toy soldiers
I'm supposed to be the soldier who never blows his composure
soldiers
Bit by bit, torn apart
We never win, but the battle wages on for toy soldiers
I'm supposed to be the soldier who never blows his composure
said hit the weed
It was me and Darius everyday I'm glad that nigga free
We don't never speak but know its love this one all for you
I was Daisha first I
robbery
Ain't worse than being pestered by this type of person
Tryhard children still throw tantrums
On their mattresses in their mansions
And pay attention
Yeah
Well, maybe we got lost in translation
Maybe I asked for too much
But maybe this thing was a masterpiece
'Til we tore it all up
Running scared, I
bricks, buy a crib for your mama
One too many enemies, they all for the drama
Count your money by the millions, way too many commas
All white Drophead,
problems, too much ballin' (damn)
I took seven million and buried it out there by the water (yeah, yeah)
Mob meeting, I'm smokin' kush and drinkin' coffee
Polaroids or the Flash cuz I'm too fast for my own demise
Move with the wind and the tides
Old hoopti, Forest Green
Peanut Butter inside but the music is
the lies and their confusion
This tangled web my attitude and all of it's pollution
Too late to say I'm sorry my pride is hard to swallow
I swear I mean it
back this project for so long it might not hit the same
Sike nigga I lied it's still gon hit the same
Tyson coming out of retirement, It's still gon hit
and that's no lie that's on my homies
I want homes for all my bros that's why I'm gone until the mornin
I told moms you way too old to work for dough just
(Let's run it, let's run it, let's run it)
Yo, fuck you, Kanye, first and foremost
For making me do this shit, muhfucker
Had to throw everybody
So fucking high (high)
And still got drugs on me
Look me in the eye (eye)
You know I'm big homie
She got a cross tatted on her neck but she ain't
I'm for sure
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah hold it down be my queen
What if I told you that I want you girl and I hate when we spend so much this time appart
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