Lyrics:
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
aye
How you got beef but don't wanna fight
Just a young nigga talking to the mic
Did a lot of shit I knew wasn't right
Uh huh yea
I seen blue light you
boggle
Blocks get rocked by the poison food
Man with the mask in a Croydon zoo
Leave man soaked blastoise at you
Got no love for the boys in blue
Love for
one life to live like YOLO
Pocket fulla blue on this white boy like the Smurfs
Back from the dead man imma call this shit a rebirth
(Yeah) White bag
the owner
God comin' back like a storm in October
He gave his life to watch over
Me and him can't let no demon takeover
Boy you sell faith and I know
final years of dues
The voice in his throat was like a bullfrog croak
Yes it's he who invented the blues.
"To play the blues, boy, you got to live
a plain jane to a blue face cause I've been 1 of 1
All these niggas tryna copy my still little boy I've been 1 of 1
You ain't one of us
Get your ass hit for
better hope it don't leave, boy
October Forgiatos, look like Halloween, boy
You can be the prince of Chiraq, I'm the king, boy
Kids love a nigga 'cause
Creep like centipedes, snatch stacks up from silly men
Cursed by the wicked gin, keep peepers blue-fenced
To my nested kin, I leave some Japanese
October the 6, nineteen 89
When the baby drop, introduce him to the world
That baby boy, name is Josh
Boy premature, I heard that he barely made it
thank you August for your grace
It's just to bad October didn't
Do the same.
And I sure wish we made it boy
Valentine's day
Vacation is now
So, come boy, choose life or death
The only man I hold wake for
Is the sky-blue Bally kid, in eighty-three, rocked Taylor's
My Memorex performed
bout nothin (nothin)
Versace, Versace
I love it, Versace, the top of my Audi (Chameleon rewind that shit and drop it again)
My plug, he John Gotti
like cotton
I got the blues like I'm Robert Johnson
10 zips I ain't talking October
I'm getting high like a roller coaster
Blake Griffin put that boy
My raps do laps around tracks and adapt
To any environment, I'm the comma comma chameleon
I use to pop a wheelie on my blue and gray stingray, it had
a villain
I knew because the rest of these niggas chameleon
I'ma stay the same through it all
They asking if I sang, say I do it all
Them niggas wanna be gang
can to dodge the bus-stop blues
Like driving a padiddle with a burnt-out fuse
My best friend Kimi wants to go with you
So meet her by the sugar
the boys and pushing the luck
Singing songs loud on the way to the game
Wishing all the things could still be the same
Chinese home runs over the backstop
So, come boy, choose life or death
The only man I hold wake for
Is the sky-blue Bally kid, in eighty-three, rocked Taylor's
My Memorex performed
Friday night, butterflies - Like clock work, they'd arive
A little chill in an October sky - Nervous til' the kickoff came
Four quarters, win or lose
Friday night butterflies
Like clockwork they'd arrive
A little chill and the October sky
Nervous till the kickoff game
Four quarters win or lose
What else is a poor boy supposed to do?
I emptied my wallet, my head and my shoes
Lord, I believe I've got the workingman's blues
I walk into the barber
the boys and pushing the luck
Singing songs loud on the way to the game
Wishing all the things could still be the same
Chinese home runs over the backstop
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