Lyrics:
bound together
By a common wish: to authentically convey
Inner visions that were pressing on the mind
And the heart of the artist. I set out to deliver
the whole Porsche
5 on 5 but it's like I got the whole court
Got me feeling like Gatsby
Ol' sport
Cuz now we way up
Growth Spurt
Watch me take it to the house
to get by
No money in my pocket but I was still fly
Curled to my neck but I got respect
And now I stack fat sacks and ride around in a Lex
And oh my
living hand-to-mouth it can be fun for a while
Simple things please simple minds - do you see me smile?
I've broke my bread and fishes - turned my water
Island Road. The first bell ringing-in one last school day on February fourteenth, 2018. Seventeen echoes of footsteps down hallways for five class
the night time
Feeling like a prison up in my mind
No one up around that I can't find
No one even here to let me unwind
Am I gonna make it, guess I gone blind
diamonds in the light
And we're standing side by side
As your shadow crosses mine
What it takes to come alive
It's the way I'm feeling I just can't
'm so tired of the two-face compulsion
If she wants two keys I want one
Whatever happened to those three words,
those three words after sex?
Simple attire
I got da chevey sittin' high, by matchin' corna' ties, Michael Jordans mounted up dats 23's
On da ride (jizzal man)
I got a man in da trunk, I
right in the early morn'
When I stay by myself I smoke personal
When I'm high I don't talk it's not personal
I got my mind on the money, so please do
background)
From the motherfucking (?)
On to the motherfucking Beats By The motherfucking Pound
It's the realist
Nigga I walk with a dirty gun with
born surrounded by rap
I grew up in the era of the west coast rap
Back then nobody gave a shit but now it's being bumped all over the map
I'm a young
still see how it affected her mind
As a child I introverted, and drew pictures
While my mother prayed to Jesus reading King James scriptures
She used
chevey sittin' high, by matchin'corna' ties, michael jordans mounted up dats 23's
On da ride(jizzal man) I got man in da trunk, I'm workin' da alpine,
let’s ride out
Airship
Feel the bass
It put me in a craze
Where we could run a maze
And make it back by nights of day
I’m terrified of what’s to come
But
on my fuckin' so I ride and I
Swerve, but we too clean fo da
Fuckin' street so I park on the kerb
[chorus x2]
[verse 2]
I got da chevey sittin' high, by
Boston
I'm back to win, don't beg your pardon
Had my wins, I had my losses
So don't say that I'm a novice, woa-hoah
Made an album in a day from a state so
energized
I was baptized but not at five an' nine
And I'm still uncivilized
I don't wanna terrorize
But I'll scare these guys
You'll here them cry
Before they
The loot ima chase day by day
Living crucial man get it out the fast lane
What you expect out of fame
I need that through respect
They cant hang
Jungle lions
you see I got it going on
Care to see I’m barely holding on
Oh no ol
Bitch tripping on my headphones
Why you wanna take my Headphones
Can’t you see I
this time
I got my aim on it
Blessed by his highness & dressed by designers
Don't mess with me you get clipped by the west siders
This one of them hits
to these kids with a simple definition
Then wonder why my sales report comes, and no one listens
I created this album to have a heart to heart with
Talk about 'em over dinner, pass women like dank
Mmm-hmm, and I'ma put twenty-five
On the them ol' fire ass Mercedes Rolls
That don't never come
luck
I'll tell you what
I'm not clear-cut
I won't be cute but
Yes I will interrupt
Your minds are shut
Your minds are corrupt
You deconstruct
Yourself
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