Lyrics:
gone say?
Boy that ain't matter I'm walking by faith
This for the kids so they life ain't a waste
This for the family I know they be praying
This for
be lying if I said I didn't miss my boy
Im still yelling RIP to my friend
Tell me lord is this the way its supposed to end
I do what I want cuz life
and he crashed the rail
And he laid there still for the sounds
Of the wheel that kept spinning round.
Rollin' wheel, they're rollin' on
Takin' us all
me and
They slid on me and got hit by my dragon init
That's my dawg and that's my snakey
And that's my dragon init
That thirty clip in the Glock
It
and all the things that daddy can buy
But you couldn’t pay a good woman to stay by your side
I’ll tell a tale about the boys who can’t sit still
still run with the same crew
Favorite room The Stu
Favorite block The View
I just do shit that they can't
Bitch I'm nice with it you ain't
Everything that
a living psycho, everyone knows that I'm right yo
A city boy who's still white trash
That's a stereotype you play Caz
Not everyone's like that in Wisco
Go
feeling me
Never mind, these other boys, they can't mirror me, should be reflecting on that
How many times I'ma say this is light work? Yeah it finna
Moving up, East Oakland, yeah, that's right
Moving up, East Oakland, yeah, that's right
Moving up, East Oakland, yeah, that's right
Moving up,
smoke in peace, and even though we G's
We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace
And in my mind's eye I see this place, the players go in
fuck the handle, I fly off the hinge
Let that boy off the bench, coach, and throw it to him
There he goes in his trench coat, no clothes again
Baby,
smoke in peace, and even though we G's
We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace
And in my mind's eye I see this place, the players go in
(what?)
Don't be surprised if she ask where the cash at (boy)
I see she wearin' them jeans that show her buttcrack (hey)
My girls can't wear that, why?
(what?)
Don't be surprised if she ask where the cash at (boy)
I see she wearin' them jeans that show her buttcrack (hey)
My girls can't wear that, why?
up to me
I got some young and old heads that'll bust for me
Rockin' designer, this shit made in Italy
Yeah, we still thuggin', my niggas still in
Wear the fucking mask
Wear the fucking mask
Wear the fucking mask
Wear the fucking mask
Wear that fucking mask girl
Wear that fucking mask boy
Wear
Broke boy blues
In need of new shoes
My phone rings on repeat
I'm in need of some news of employment
And I got just that
My old employer called he needs
wrong time I suppose
But you’re still gon get this pasting
Why is it always my time that gets wasted
I’m just tryna get on by better than I’ve been
put it down, boys ain't feel us in 9-9
With that Braids N' Fades, it's Y2K baby
Know I'm tal'n bout, candy coated still putting it down
Still swanging
nobody give a fuck
Niggas will hit you up bullets Gon leave you stuck
And when them shits riddle you riddle you
You at Ya pinnacle boy that's the end
cheats and rustlers would run for their holes when the boys from the old broken O
Rode up and reined on the street that they named Sonora's death row
cheats and rustlers would run for their holes when the boys from the old broken O
Rode up and reined on the street that they named Sonora's death row
a cover? You barely blinked once
Scream into mics, lazy calling that punk
Throwing shots, I won't stop til the beat is over
Wrote it all by myself, ain't
She love zen, I'm so groovy
I walk in that bitch, and they knew me
I am a vet, you are a newbie
I'm juggin' that boy and turn on the toolie
Bad ass
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