Lyrics:
"Where you been, wh-where you
Where you been"
By the time the 5 pull up, e'ry
(bitch) look up million records sold
(nigga) still sellin cook up
Pusha, you
and green
While a lonely weepin' willow whispers to the passing breeze
It was there as a young boy I could make the world stand still
What peace of mind
A mark ten jaguar
He thought the man was fast asleep
Silent, still and deep
Both dead and cold
Shot through
With bullet holes
The one armed bandit
I'm getting ahead of myself, by the way
I could rap
But that came second to me moving this crack
Gimme a second, I swear
I will say about my rap career
you by my side
Even when were a rift apart
Bwah!
Oh oh oh oh oh
Even when were a rift apart
Oh oh oh oh oh
Even when were a rift apart
Party like I'm
roof
Even once had a job pouring tar up on a roof
That boy had it hard no facade its the truth
So now when I Menage and get massaged its the proof
Moves win or lose
I wasn't tryna die
Like all there other fools
By gunshots or wicked
Plots I watched
Every younging with
Potential die
Or left in
yeah)
Meet me by the moon (right)
Half past dusk (fuck that)
Back from the dust, Cut Throat
He loves them drugs and guns
Jump in the cut, got about
know life ain’t a game but we’re still playing
People dying in the hood so we’re just praying
That we make it through today without us laying
'Bookey
mountain where you ramble as a boy
You're photo as a child that pictures by my bedside still
Each night I pray that you'll come back home
Among
come
You know I flip that, big packs, I know where you live at
Eddie George all through traffic
In route looking at the menu
You been knew I'm a true
to change my Camboot
Whip that work by the window, hope my neighbors think I'm tryna do Shaku
I had no blinds but now everything on fleek
I used to ride
West
Surrounded by wild niggas I think I'm the wildest
I got my own style nigga, I don't need a stylist
She gon' ride me like a cyclist, then I pass her
still takin' rappin' for a joke
A passing hope or a phase with a rope
Sometimes I choke and try to believe
When I get challenged by a million MCs
I
fronts, from Eddie's gold caps
What y'all know about that
I bet the whole Queens do, around '86 with the chrome bass crew
The young guns and lost boys
Life been kinda sweet
The trap booming off the cruise ship
My side bitch into fashion
But she still be on some rhude shit
I been touching money
Like
survive, you still alive, a lot of niggas not
Smoking for my dead homies while I ride around
Mannie Fresh on the beat, he put that wobble on it
He
down
dust off these dusty roads
crank that cowboy rock n roll,
time to rip it up, saddle up, put a little giddy-up
in this one horse town
them 4 by's
the george benson
I spin nxworries when you over and i feel the tension
Fascinated by sounds since a prepubescent
Back when niggas was eggin houses, runnin
it's true
I'm still in love with you
[Chorus]
I need a miracle
I wanna be your girl
Give me a chance to see
That you were made for me
I
from my family
And even when they mad at me
It's still there
It's unconditional
Big amounts no residuals
Not talking 'bout George
The gap's not
chill
Issa big boy something
Facts (facts)
That’s facts (facts)
Wosop
Know say when I keep my chill
Issa big boy something
Facts (facts)
That’s facts
flying in the sky or parkour free running like a black slave before
9 to 5 new age they say fuck rap
But imma still represent with my black cap
Drodian
Your too enthusiastic male groupie bastard
Still tryin to convince us some more
Pretendin your raw that's what you need a minister for
Again it's
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