Lyrics:
took a fall
That's how it goes down
Dope fiend still get high
While dope dealers barely get by
You better get your life right
You want to live in
eatin' by the fishes
I be really doin' this shit got me shootin' with percision
Like how Klay and Curry did it
And I hope I'm never missin'
Still will
fam, I couldn't swipe mans card
And time might pass, but I still gotta stay with it
It wasn't his beef, but I see him try claimin' it
That's why he
Trinkets
Ya Mans Really c Boy Give Em c Binky
Ya Mans Really c Boy Change Em Think He Took c Stinky (eww)
See Ya Mans Still c Boy This Boy Was clready
why you'd be bringin' me down
I'd like to think that our love's worth a tad more
It may sound funny but you'd think by now
I'd be smilin'
I guess
slit now in a box he's spent
Lets say a while
Two giant holes
A line of sight across his head if you're lying by him
I know, trust me
And if he were
credit score dropping
He don't care cuz them young hoes think he poppin
Welcome to the mind of a young black man
Raised in the jungle we don't
like, "From the moment you opened up your mouth, I knew"
I'm like, "Well, excuse me, I don't care, that's cool"
Cuz I'm gay
But some people think that I
Daddy's long gone and he left you by ya lonesome
Thank the Lord for my kids, even if nobody else want 'em (left you all by yourself)
'Cause I think we can
a little nigga by the name of Chris
Nobody paid him any mind, no one gave a shit (ahh)
Knowing he could rap, no one lent a hand
So he went about his
a little nigga by the name of Chris
Nobody paid him any mind, no one gave a shit (ahh)
Knowing he could rap, no one lent a hand
So he went about his
Or until my kids aren't in bed
Maybe they'll all sink
But I don't really fucking think
'Cause
I don't care 'cause I'm still breathing
It's all burnt but I
the gas)
I said I got a ID, I got glaucoma (I got ID)
He said, "We ain't in Cali nigga, get out, throw your hands up"
Runnin' real hard shake the taser
this and gave no cares (not one)
Now I'm moonwalkin' on every song
Area code is 7-6-0, 6-1-9, 8-5-8
Think I'm great, think y'all late
That's okay
These Niggas Vile I'm spitting
This lyrical hard written
Tank full of sharks more like bowl full of fishes
Don't talk fake ok he won't diss ya but
surrender
Ain’t no fallin' back
Tell that nigga I’ma kill him, hang up
And he callin' back like fuck that
When it's up, ain't no down
Every minute we ridin'
goes down
[Verse Two]
Dope fiend still get high
while dope dealers barely get by
You better get your life right
you wanna live in the 'burbs with your
thinking what he on
Emo vibe on this one here
Cause I'm still hot like sun in a Moncler
Man give chat I'm a go air GoApe
That's what racists say when I run
hear me
I dedicate this song for ya, He was setup in a stick up
By a girl he used to pick up on the upper west side
I used to help him chop a brick
was thinking that I should be singing along
Think fast, he's taking all your time
Think fast, you know he's out of line
But who cares
You know you
about simple everyday things
And now she said, please God, make him think I'm still pretty
The door opened and Jim stepped in
He looked very thin and he
worry
I'll take care of you
And find a way
To find you freedom
Who do they think they are anyway
(CHORUS)
You still have dreams
And things you want
don't want smoke but the bong is still cherrying
He don't want beef so he turned pescatarian
Spy on my life, you would think his name Harriet
He wanted
wit my gang (uh huh)
So pass the blunt to AyEm
I'm gon hit that shit in the P.M
Still fucking by the A.M. (I am)
I done switched up on my swag and my
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