Lyrics:
sixty-twos
This isn't my style,
I spit what I'm living right now
I'm out on the town, gold bars shutting it down
Bottles stacked from the floor
I got the candy paint sprayed by Eddie
And I'm ridin' on that glassy chrome, all courtesy of my hustle game,
Be a hustler's in my bloodline, I don't
Last day of the rest of my life
I wish I would've known
'Cause I didn't kiss my mama goodbye
I didn't tell her that I loved her, how much I care
for fame) especially
Been cautious since birth
Remain the same, since the day I came
(Fame) , will never change
Even though I live my life hellishly
to my brother, may his soul rest
retaliation is a must fool (huh)
some niggas don't play by no fucking rules
in this game get so deep so we gotta ride
rained so hard the two of us were the only thing
That we could see for miles and miles
And in the middle of the flood I felt my worth
When you held
that
Dreaming bout a moment that'll change my life
I don't never wanna wake up, turn off the lights
Gotta let it burn, I've been ready to ignite
I
the crib on the floor by my two-way
Now I'm try'nna hold my hammer up, and my pants too
If they don't kill me, they gon' give me a number I can't do
the cross
I can't keep a bitch cause none of them come up for a little less
I can't be too rich, too many hoes, lined up for sex
I can't rest until my
the cross
I can't keep a bitch 'cause none of them come up for a little less
I can't be too rich, too many hoes lined up for sex
I can't rest until my
to go from here
What if I was right?
I've been waiting here my life
What if I was right?
My worst fears are finally alive
(Or is it "unprepared but
a sigh that death threw
Taught myself and kept room
For my best, off the roof
Swung my hands, as her moods
Turned off day news
Turned off, they knew it's
check 1-2-1-2
I devoted my whole life to rockin' mics gettin crowds lifted put my pants on
backwards caus' I wanted to be.... different.
I keeps'em
Hov told me that
Dreaming bout a moment that'll change my life
I don't never wanna wake up, turn off the lights
Gotta let it burn, I've been ready
and screams "who next?"
Like my nigga 2-Tech he totes 2-techs.
It been a beef before in Houston they called it "plex"
They got to know the protocol
I'm warning
to antoin my private chef
First we'll eat crab legs, by candlelight
Then sip wine by the fire for the rest of the night
And if the time is right, I'll ask you
poles and not for dancing
My Lil' Tecca out for ransom
Told him shooting not the answer
Throw on a fit just not for tantrum, yeah
Two Glocks and hammers
'cause this is my football field
Throwin' passes from a barrel, shoulder pads apparel
But the Q.B. don't stand for no quarterback
Every word is like
Dreams all my finances covered my weed limitless
Free all my brothers still stuck in the system spiritless
This that, Baskin and Robins that cold
hour.
Every beautiful day.
I'm gonna stand by you for the rest of my life
In every possible way
Pre Chorus:
My intuition tells me you feel the same way
out, all are in control
Certified son of a gun
Learns life lesson 101
Don't fly too high on your own supply
Get burnt by the sun
He was NY's talk
The sun is sleeping quietly
Once upon a century
Wistful oceans calm and red
Ardent caresses laid to rest
For my dreams I hold my life
For
to spend the rest of my life like this
with you out the picture
Don't want to spend the rest of my life like this
with you out the picture again
Verse 2
dollar rather drunk or sober
Nigga talkin' thug walkin' all through yo' squad
Y'all niggaz scared by a dog, I got my fo'-fo' for y'all
It's like a hot,
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