Lyrics:
you while it's still around
On the pavement shore
Avoid boys that ground and pound
Their negligence and gore
Strolling past a sea of clowns
nigga, all I knew was stoves and kitchens
Shorty got the bag with the big B, that's a brick for it
Shorty got the AP on her wrist, it ain't the lil' boy
I still remember that day
When you walked into the room, and my heart inside went boom
It's a story I think you'll like
No fairy tale or movie, just
mind off percs and
I still miss you
I still miss you, yeah
You'd be here forever by my side, that's what you told me
Now I'm rolling up in darkness,
of the shit's
I just Tokyo Drift
Boy you know I ain't crashin'
No license, bitch I am still driving, I
Hop the fuck out with the lights
Get to flashin'
You gonna
the paycheck! (Mhmm)
A lettergram said that you're ahead of him
Nowhere on the planet nigga can't rap better than
So know that I'm the flyest, bypass
by
The nights that had to end for good, still not understood, by the girls and boys
Carefree in their actions as for morals they had none
When the girls were
can pull me down
Ye
I come from the east
Still riding riding riding
Me I know say my time go come
That’s why I say ah oh no no no
Life na turn by
I drop the top and let him wave at the dope boys
Fake golds, niggas front with these Dracos
Walk up on 'em with the .40 and the case closed
Double
bitches
Even tho I don't dance she knows
I'm still with it
You know I'm still with it
Big four very good smithen
I'm going Upsuh
That's the phone line
being
You don't wanna motherfuckin'
You don't wanna embrace your destiny
You wanna get by
You don't wanna go into the motherfuckin' dark
Where it's
And won't hesitate to shoot you
And they stay goin to war wit that latin King Koopa
I got a worker named Frogger
When I say jump he leap
A highway boy who be
I came back around
It's ya boy Wiz Khalifa, man yes, yes, yes
I would never sell myself short
I'm too cocky
Niggas got a problem with that
Then you
some bad bitches
Even tho I don't dance
She knows I'm still with it
You know I'm still with it
Big four very good smithen
I'm going Upsuh
That's
you still believe that better days return.
Time when you're a sinner, when you're wrong by the reason that you don't come home.
Days of the season, when
on one condition
What's that bruh?
Let me convince you to put that bomb down
I knew it T.I.
What?
You wasn't really on that dope boy shit
I tell you
That type meant ta stripe, kids
Even after he died, I still write raps like this
Who rotten 'em
All teacher and scholar try proceed me, believe me
Head high
Wavin hello from top clouds
Pussy boy
Watch your back now
Smacked out
Why you dead up on the ground now
No clout
I'm still chillen by myself
run up and down, fame is suicide
I could never hate you
You cool with everybody, guess I'm everybody too
Still I'm thankful that God made you
We had
story)
The bando named a new spot (bando)
Where them boys from? They ain't from the Hot (nawf)
Hotlanta (hot, hah)
Dirty mango Fanta (mud, hah)
Swept
know it
For the money i be living fast for the money
You know it aTL, ATL, ATL
Nigga take a chance for the money
You know it still hustle hard for
This is Dipset, this is Kay Slay
We still grip techs, and spray AKs
Don't let it breze by, on the eastside
Throw up that E sign, we for the streets
to God she don't wipe her hands with me
I'm a goon to the streets but to my momma I'm still her baby
Raised a street nigga by yourself, you a hell
*CHORUS
I wish I neva met you boy
And its killin me to know that I can't have you in my world
I wish I neva met you boy
If I could turn back time
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