Lyrics:
you
I know you love your pops, but your pops is running from you
N****s talk what they want, but don't let them stop you
I know you n***a, yeah, it's
loud
Black nigga on that white bitch
Milk her like a cow cashed out
They ain't like me but they love me now
Pull up to the floor you ain't even know
Been
your daddy don't teach you shit
Never let a man piss on your leg, son
Either you die right there or pop that man in the head, son
Never fall in
Yeah, I want that back in the day, circa 2008, beer cans by the lake
Fall in the love for the fate, find someone and escape
You pour, I relate, we
is not me
All these hoes wan' chew me up
Like bubblegum because I'm poppy
Said I could come to his
State, when I spin by, nobody shot me
Got a big gun
the pile, beep beeped my sun visor
She filled with sun visor, stat in the third
Love, love, everyday, that's my word
When I see your crew, I say that's them
rules
Tell me where you from, better know your roots
Better know your seed, better plant those trees
Pray to God, better stretch those knees
World's
out
Or do this like punks and punk it out
Pull your strap on me, nigga, you better kill me!
Thug life, baby. Thug Luv
I'll probably be punished
water
A message to my wife, I gotta say I love you
And thank you for makin shit better in my life
A message to my moms, don't worry about your kids
Cause
(Hello?)
Hello, it's '91. Buckle up, guard your grill!
(Har what the fuck?)
Has this ever happened to you?
Can you name this tune?
These victims
can buy a Rothko at a Costco
News is entertainment even if
It's gloom and doom
Customers create by mixing up
What they consume like a DJ
Lichtenstein
ass'll get shot
If rap was an actual Glock, you'd act like you're strapped when you're not
Only cap that you pop is the top on the can of your pop
You
my girlfriend Jim, and Ian, and Aynsley, and Bob, and Frank... I mean, none of us...
Pleased to meet you...
Hi Howie
We never met a pop star from
platinum chains
Tell 'em "Baller Bitch" when they ask your name
I say strut that strut, walk that walk
Pop that shit, talk that talk
Hold your head high, be
your name flying on the hit list
Y'all niggas buck, won't even pop a clutch on the gear shift
That ain't the hard pose, nigga, you just scared stiff
and you were the best time
We better slow down before we cross over that line
Cause I don't wanna lose you to this curse of bad time
Love bomb
Love bomb
set like fuck a true fit
My ex face time me with no clothes, she got new tits
4 nickel on me, I don't care about your two cents
I just came by to show
our life, nigga (drop his ass)
I just had a son, I just had a cub (my baby)
What's even better is he by somebody that I love (my baby)
My real
you can do It better than me
I just wanna be the hand your holding
I just wanna be by your side
I just need to take that one step forward
But I'm
Y'all keep my name out your mouth
Because you know I'll hear
That's why I'm the most understated rapper of the year
You got your album drops
You're
too
And like a gun kills, a knife can too (yeah)
I was stabbed thrice, how 'bout you?
Once by my mom, pops the other two
Child abuse kid, ward
don't remember
Every time my opps see me, they start actin' like Helen Keller
Fell in love with touchin' paper, they see me, I'm doin' better
I don't fuck
Yeah
2 Chainz, 2Tymes
Two sticks, two nines
This beat ProdByRTB (yeah, Toni)
I'm from the A, my lingo set
You drink lean 'cause the internet
controlling me hard as it gets
Watch your mouth cause I'm bout to get pissed
Close your mouth cause it's making me sick
By myself I ain't into the clique
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