Lyrics:
in my city
I got fans in my city I got fam in my city
I served some grams I made some bands and I can stand in my city
Go on them back streets and get
All she was left with was
Porkchops and teardrops,
Blues in the big box
Grief served with ham hocks
Microwave memories, misery
Milkshakes and heartache
I'm building up
I won't be stopped
I'm raising hell today
YOU'RE NO GOD
Just another sinner
JUST A PIG
Served at the last dinner
Finally I'll turn it
You know a bitch ain't nothing but a word to me
So many fine hoes out here I done served the Dee
I'm pimp tight that's to the third degree
It's in my
grew stronger as he grew older
Was he real soldier or was he just a thug?
He never served his country he just served men with drugs
And all of his
what you deserve
Cos Karma's been a bad bitch lately
Sweet revenge is best served
Cold, cold, cold as ice
She's cold, cold, cold as ice
She got a gun
we've done so much
I haven't got a clue
Polaroids of our best dates
Dinner served on plastic plates
With cookies you made
Tickets from our favorite
Everything I got boy you know I deserved it
Fentanyl and weed boy you know that I served it
If I could I would go back and reverse it
Watching
looking in the lost and found log right now, and I don't see any of the things that you're saying.
You don't see the sturgeon. I bet they served it. I bet
Say you got sauce can't cook like me
Say you got drip don't drip like me
I'm dealing with the cards I was served
So I got to get my paws dirty
You
Just throw your wine glass for Slo up high
We drink cava the shade of lava out the bottle, like a genie
Served buffalo wings by bitches in bikinis
So boom
Just take a scoop as you scoot by
Kinetic Eye got that lyrical yay yo
You getting served this work cause he say so
Numb your tongue when you
A living nightmare understand
Would you drink my milk
If I served it from a bottle
Would you drink my milk
If I was there
Vodka filled cocaine nights
I don't know who I'm trying to please
I lost my pride when you served me with defeat
And I can tell who I'm trying to be
All I remember is that night
twirl (yooh)
Nigga got put on the curb (ooh)
Damn, they ass got served cold
Damn, his ass got curtains closed
Damn, they walked down two of those
Hmm
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Fun life we living
Party morning evening
Been served like kings and queens
Welcome to Lagos
Where
Niggas in my hood wanted weed I served them real quick
I ain't tryna have no kid I told her take that pill bitch
On a mission tho
Tryna get real rich
I'm
bitches india and rubi
Trapstar I probably served the soda to yo momma
I'm the Bustdown Baby I got rich with Child of Drama
I don't wanna work with these
lemonade?
I swing that door gave me energy
You can get served, find yo inner J
How my heart frozen should it melt, fill a lake
Is you geeked up, Bitch I might
Surely it will make my life complete
But I romanticise because the transaction's incomplete
I need some change
But I want it served on a golden plate
With
these wicked words
Talking shit about me will get you served
So it's best that your haters don't collide wit me
Walk thru the flames of HELL and ride
the package, drug traffic
She say she need that oowee so I told that bitch I got it
Got my first sack off that ho
Then I served 10 more, now I supply it
Iced my
and all hell breaks loose
What is a life worth when it's chained to obey
Slavery is rising head to seek beyond our walls
Justice is served and the heads
suffocation
Lost in the shadows of time, no chance to dig their graves
Their lives preserved in stone, their death is served in waves
No way to prevent their
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