Lyrics:
of town
When she's round got me feeling like a creep
Got me stopin all the biz-ness
And throwin benjamins at the strip club
Am i showin nuff persistence?
the game like three at the buzzer
Harder than the prison wall
Hitting y'all all
Up in critical condition it's official
When my clique involved
Listen y'all
never believe this
But Sharonda actually talks to me now
Jesus and everyone else is just tryna pick up the pieces
Man how you touch so many fucking
of testing it on something, they’ve been testing us all their lives
They have all control over your life
You won’t have a job your mind your soul anymore
By
shaking
Niggas talk behind my back
Cause them niggas hating
Gotta watch how y'all moving
Cause most of these bitches be picking and choosin
And y'all
huh) (you tell me)
I'm so over this feelin'
Every dang night, I try to conceal it (conceal it)
By kneelin'
Hopin' He'll reveal it (reveal it)
I-I'm
a hundred and twenty
Look, here man no hands
I got up enough nerve to raise up and look
And by now there couldn't be no surprise
But his hair was blowing all
the nights get colder, you can feel it all over, I love being alone, enjoying my own time
But I still love my culture, sitting by the river, my heartache never
the echoes of ya silence, you're emotional lately
Since it's been a lot sometimes
We can't even talk tonight
I can't say the feelings right
Cause all you wanna
levels in the town when we up
I done made a crown outta dust
Call it straight drop
The magical rookie who talk different
Making Laker gold off flour
I'm feeling dark, feeling over, I've never, never told you no
All that I told you, I meant it for real
Never did I once lie right through my teeth
tough
What is it? This for them, suckas
Nigga, I came from a long line of playas
That ain't scared of nar' one of y'all, motherfuckers
I see these
Knuckleheads spreadin' gossip all over town
Every time I drive by you're just standin' around
Hundred-bottles in your pocket, forty-dog in your
tricked by the shady type
Chomps yall talk and still wonder how loose I got
When I'm in town I give the boosters booster shots
Breaks
Breaks
Face
Face
but they dragged him by his arm
They took him upstairs
His mum was tied up in the flat to a chair
Soon as he saw, man he rushes over there
I swear
wish I was cold as stone
Almost turned around in Mississippi
Pulled over on the shoulder along the way
Thought by now, I'd be fine
But all these
fortnite
Spotswood most hated I know that's right
I'm not going no fucking where
Talk shit then be mad
When you're dragged by your hair
Y'all thirsty for
they ain't never worked one hard day
I'll be out my yard by half 8
These niggas ain't eating right them man dere half ate
Them man just talk and stir
the ballpark
Figures on my numbers these niggaz is all talk
Niggaz is missin', out on life, I ain't hit him
I ain't sittin 'round thumb-twiddling, I ain't
original, y'all still tryina show niggas are rich
Town house niggas
I'm six cribs deep, six bank accounts in six countries
Na I'm lyin', who gives a fuck
fuckin fucked up
When I was young some say I had no sense
I rhymed all day until my throat got tense
And bought em by the cage from my lungs to my knees
In
A groovy nigga that's way too G
(Tryna tell you baby)
Underground Royal
Flow over they heads, air duct
Upper crust, toast bread talk of the town
Thinking
Yeah, uh let me talk my shit again
Yeah
You now listenin' to the greatest
(DrumWork, nigga)
Motherfuckers can't beat us (Hah)
We spray heaters out
if i'm Stevie
I'll probably cop a lil crib from Vendici
Renaissance on me baby, i'm tryna cop Lamborghinis
I be with Nino we talk fettuccine, talk
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