Lyrics:
by my side when im ridin
U know when i click i got yg beside me
I told em come out come out
Dese fuck niggas hidin
Leave em stuck in the cold like when
drowning
Still trying to remedy what these streets did to me
I was lost then you found me
Saw me laid out for the count (You) didn't leave me down
King
other's
For a chance to start it moving
He reached deep inside of his vest
And in his hand he held a ring
Let's have lunch
Picnic or a brunch in
hands in here
You're already loved, His love for you is not pending
He's already made up His mind
He's not trying to figure it out
His love is not
the spirit
Got down on my knees
Thinking that would help him hear it
She never woke up
That had me choked
How do you react
When something doesn't go the way
don't do shit
Gotta get back in the stu, gotta make it
Watch me when I make it, break the matrix
Watch me get a motherfucking house by the forest with all
gon' be worth all of this time I'm waitin
Thinkin' bout all that ice, got me slidin' patient
He gon' pay for your vacation, my vacation
Preferably
I got a million dollars live in crystal towers
Gold in my teeth my own private beach
But I'd give it all back for one single chance
To take you by
a Kryptonite
Glizzy on me
Two pocket knives
But my hands official
I'll rock you twice
Ran his pockets
Nothin' nice
Step into the crib
Just to make the bitches
Run off on the plug he wasn't paying attention
Can't fuck up the sack cause I got me a load
On the way to the O just to pick up them golds
She say you
out a big hand and
Said with a grin "Big Joe's the name
And this here rig's called Phantom 309"
Well I asked him why he called his
Rig such a name,
a whip on the lot, 'bout four-hundred grand
Gold 'round my neck, pistol close at hand 'cause
All y'all niggas wanna get like me
Surrounded by bitches
Yo really tryna itch mans spine
I remember times when we got down *****
He was there on ground tryna scream for his life
Don’t get me vexed I’ve
point, he was changin', like, "Wow
Dad's home for lunch, we're playin' video games
He's not here gettin' drunk to call you all them names"
You kicked his
something
Son why you so far down
Commas gold berettas
Y'all cannot hold me down
I'm just stormy weather
Oh y'all should know by now
I can't fall for nothing
that I'm famous
Imma just hand her a business card and say "Nigga we made it!"
And she gotta come to the hotel and pop it off for me
Then she gon' text
off for me
Then she gon' text her best friend like "Girl he got some good dick and money"
Her friend hit her back like "I know that already, that
the moment[03:19.06]Death has been callin' me for a while, the casket is open[03:21.71]Not that I'm closer, but when it's here, then I'll happily go in[03:24.31]Life is my
is going
Down by 20 per cent every year i just
Talked to the superintendent, met
With Michael Sacks, that’s Ron's
Right hand man so
I think it's
And as sad as it was, her blue eyes inspired me
And switched on a light in my mind
And when she was gone, I wrote down a song
To claim the moment as mine
But
dreaming In the night
I'm keeping up with ghosts by training my third eye
Currently I'm comatose he catch me then it's overdose
I'm dodging and I'm dipping
The world struck first, and the dispatched fist was but a recoil
Her knuckles bled hot glue as she reached her hands into the silt for more
My
put in a coffin
Wan fight for the cat and I swear ima dawg him
He swear that it's beef but he won't even call me
Say im his opp whole time bra stalling
better bring me up to clear fog
This is for my homies
Tell if I'm phony
Tell me if I don't belong or tell me when I owe weed
Gotta keep it real like them
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