Lyrics:
is not fine
Every good homie comes to party at Vespucci Beach
You can find on it too your cheap bitch
Color green is that in my blood
Your is fucking
just saying like
Aiight, here I go yo, I gotta confess
A lot of things I been meaning to get out of my chest
Like, okay man, I got it you blessed
You
Johnson
You're wearing your dresses way too high
And it's reported you've been drinkin'
And a runnin' 'round with men and goin' wild"
"And we don't
feeling the problems
Blud I been feeling like C. Johnson
I clocked what you're on now my hearts been frosting
Now days man I got no options
Back then I
you need
To get by
If now for games and hip hop
My heart woulda been stopped
For the love
If the papes come yo yo I won't riff
If they don't come no no
I'm tackling trees as if they're branchless
Currently 22, But I'm Approaching the number worn by the greatest
That takes everything to heart, never have
mama and it's hard to fend
Aye Aye
Man I'm really trying hard baby
Open them arms aim for hearts like I'm KD
Givin her my trust man I hope she don't
some more shit
Like Russell Wilson I had put em all in motion
I just hope they don't cut my wings while I'm floating
Yea
Aye
I done had too much to smoke
rooster strolls down the road
A ladybug on the bench by my home
The beach at night hearing crashing waves
My mum being happy on her birthday
My
on Monroe, with no Kennedy (Leaders you know?)
Just follow these rhythms endlessly
The second time I got called nigga
It was online by this kid that was in my
I have been thinking lately
Why you can't be my baby
It drives me extra crazy
You should not be my lady
I think your too good for me
Wake up by you
It's a Polarbear beat, suckas
I've been there, with my product of property
Visualize where it started, in
That raggedy apartment, seein'
Unit six
My class of kids ain't studyin' behind a desk (no)
I got them doin' homework by your guy's address (for real)
I told them the more you need is
the same
But everything is gonna be ok
Might not be able to to say it
But in my heart I believe it
Oh I gotta believe
So many words on my tongue that are
the alcohol hit women tryna act bold
Take it next level with the powdered up nose
Pulled up with my brothers I'm surrounded by the real ones
At the bottom
what's coming next what's ahead of you
If you fuck with my fit
Or anything that I wear or rep
I'll set your clothesline on fire
Like you got hit by Kane
At the crossroads of the blues
Saint Paul on the road to Damascus
Was struck blind by the Gospel news
I saw the light while in Locarno
A vision of my fate
I turned
know.
This is where we live
So this is how it is
My niggas a get grizz snap you niggas twigs
Fucking ya wiz you prolly fucked mine
That be the biz
My heart empty like the Sahara
She don't see a future with me
It's not in the cards like a tarot
Throwin' everything back at me like a parrot
Ain't
Grady Johnson was a common man
Four children and some bottom land
Early to bed he said well that ain't me
I gotta spend some time with my family
I nodded at a sermon
Billy Graham barely got through
But anyone can see my new celebrity is you
I'm not a bit ashamed of it
A rapier wit
Kept Serge
ass and I'm a physically tear it up
another G witha glock givin a fuck about a cop
I do my talkin with a 12-gauge buckshot
like Spice 1 I'm
niggas snakes in disguise
Meeting bitches off the Gram know they living and lying
Cold heart never cried if I did it was blood
Little nigga big pride
buck em
You on the ground Bryon Russell
Cause my hold on the masses can't be Measured by a triple beam
Flaws in my history
Now I'm a true MC
The up
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