Lyrics:
Racist fathers Women seek you
Block em out Im in im on
My grind my mom Is broke im lost
My girl my pride both fuckin flawed
Im smokin hard Punched holes in
Women seek you
Block em out I'm in I'm on
My grind my mom Is broke I'm lost
My girl my pride both fuckin flawed
I'm smokin hard Punched holes in walls
I
letters
Send her home and she wear my new sweater
If the bitch wanna leave then I'll let her
Then maybe I'll live a lot better
Then maybe I'll live a lot
it for the clout, your friends all washed
The day I care about clout's when you can spend it in shops
It's gettin' sick on these blocks, most of my
Coca-Cola came and bought it
For billions, what the fuck?
Have a baby by me; baby
Be a millionaire
I write the check before the baby comes,
Who the fuck
I'm like a Santa
Come and ride my slay
It's gone be a cold night
It's gone be a long night
When you come in
We get straight to it
We don't do no
I'm talkin' 'bout some real life shit
Goodbye letter, "Dear Life" shit
Way too concerned to be conceited
I live and I learn, then die tryna teach 'em
slippin' ill make him disappear
Ay nigga fuck all the slick talk get bread instead
Stay low strapped up metal on inf red
Too smooth won't slip new
it
Get started, get stupid
You'll want me body people will walk you through it
Step by step, like an infant new kid
Inch by inch with the new
a love story on the silver screen
Then put the song in the trailer, you see it in-between
The nightly news and the shows you be watchin' on the sofa
She
Still got news for anyone who's convinced
They could hack a send
That's all my shit out the way
Still here but here's
Where this ends, I'll catch you
All
traces
Turning warm bodies to cold cases
Mass grave sites, general wholesalers
Come walk with the lone ranger
But you'd rather be home on the phone, safer
the Christmas spirit
If you got a cozy sweater, hoodie, or even just a blanket
Or even if you warm on the beach or by a fireplace too
Ooh, hope you're enjoying
See what I'ma do is, like...
I just kinda want to be able to, you know...
Smoke by myself,
Without kinda being bothered by what a motherfucker had
your spirit
Let me see it
Raise your Santa's to the ceiling
Christmas is our business and our business here is singing
Where's your spirit
Let me see it
been, I've been workin
But sounds makin danger, and black birds chirpin
A real Damian, Omen possessed by the devil
You dig the rhythm, and I'll play
was an envelope with my name on the floor
"Nobody loves you more than me carino" is what the letter said
"By the time you get to read this, I'll
And everybody looking like you fag
It's a never-ending cycle
Can't nobody come and save you when I start shit
My letters like kryptonite to the Clark Kents
I'll
snuck in this cig with me
Butt of your jokes like you just took a dig at me
Know I'll dust you deliberately
Must be the misery, must be indignity
What if
to school, Steve," he'd say, "I'll school you
Fool"
I'll school you, fool
But Steve did as she said, and piece by piece
His total college credits began
Whip whip rock rock
Straight lock up
5:30 AM baby
Time to light the block up
Be honest kid, you don't want no problems
We the ones to finish it
Ain't
master lock
Let it be known, that none could ever pass the Block
and when the spot get blown, I hit you with the ?yeah, first shot?
Traffic stop when I'm
they'll go get you and yo friend
We selling dope by ounce come get you a pinch
Do em like the slaves in south but nobody who did it
We got dem sticks in
that they'll always be tight 'til the end
Until one day lil' Stacy gets shot
A drive-by bullet went stray up on her block
Now Nicole stuck up in
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