Lyrics:
Beach boy in the sun
Beach boy in the sun
Ayy, watch as I step on the scene
This how we living, no actin' (this how we living, no actin')
I got
name was Usher
But I'm still ridin' in macks, makin' 'em G stacks
And got them corn rows to the back
I ain't really tryin' to be picky
But if you
real gangster shit now
I quit that sad shit, I ain't trippin', they don't fuck with me then fuck 'em
You don't want YoungBoy, baby? Come, I know you
someone to believe in
So in God's Son we trust
'Cause they know I'm gonna give 'em what they want
They looking for a (hero)
I guess that makes me
, and make you all get the picture
When was the last time you seen me
postin up while ?oastin up, while sippin on some remix
Believe me it ain't easy been
(Enviyon on the mix)
Mm-mm, mm
No, no, no, no
No-no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no
I still see your shadows in my room
Can't
tease girls
I'm heading out this morning,
For the Far Side of the World.
Oh I believe in song lines
Obvious and not
I'd ridden them like camels
Crushed anyone opposed
(Lot of ladies)
Pop Cristal, toast to all those like
(Kid Capri)
Helpin' to unify both coasts
I'm twenty-six, still in the mix
yah and dem still cah believe me
See say dat the business it need me, music it feed me
Cah have the followers a lead me
You notice how we live, I
on your stop
You can't get up in my circle, you're not hip to the hop
Bass bleeds out of the stereo, bending whips down the block
Godfather like Harry-O
lake, miss every hill
Even in dreams, I think of them still
And when you see them, you'll agree
Connecticut is the place to be
Village dreams
to study it all
You gonna need it boy
This industry greedy
Pray for me keep interceding
I had to switch from telling the world to showing the world
I
an example.
Picture yourself, walking on a beach. It's sunny outside, with the wind blowing. You have been making sand castles and running in the waves
believe the year was 1966
A young brother was brought up in the mix...
and ever since that day was born
like a mother from a baby, he could never be torn
said "I was in the grape van"
Uhm, well cutie, I like your bougie booty
Come Erykah Badu me, well, let's make a movie
Hell, you know my repertoire is
mira que esta loco,
Yo me lo como como pastelito coco
I get on stupid on a beach, she wowo
I got mamis, mamis by the boatload
Yo tengo la carne, y
pain
And pleasure, in every single measure
You miss being kissed by this lyrical treasure
Enjoy it at your leisure, cause it's gonna please ya
Master
of y'all probably still owe me from back
In the back in the back in the back in the back
I had that work right in front of me, fuck all you niggas you
That mean aye'body was wrong
Can you face yourself with that question?
Or the answer? What the fuck do you believe in?
Say goodbye to the bad guy
feelin' our style
We come through the spot real heavy on the waist
So when they wanna move, we put 'em in they place
Yeah, I know you can't believe it, woo
like say na tap
Boy day with voltage like transformer e Believe say e go blow
Na time na e go take who borrow money last Still day owe
Ask paper boy say
You've got me poppin' champagne, I'm at it again
Caught up in the moment but not in the right way
I'm falling in between, tearing up at the seams
Squad goin' up like elevators
Five rings, five chains, ho see you later
Five minutes, make a car get the whole thing
Broke boy still flex ho with no
It cost to be alive
I won't say I'm king of the jungle, but I survived
Watch the cookies crumble in front of me, at least I tried
You know what
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