Lyrics:
then I’m dying by the sword
Drowning in the pool of blood that I lie in on the floor//
(verse 2)
I was born the same year as the explosion
to soak up a nigga
I'm out b4 she wake up in tha morning
Backpack by tha bed wit errthang packed
Hit da taco stand by tha car wash
$80 bucks
Truck detailed
There's no way to stop the feeling
Feels so good, it's worth repeating
Bonsai by day, arcades by night
Not looking for no trouble, end up in a nasty fight
Amphetamine fed on the homie In history
Brain got some chunks missing
I could tell by his actions
That his mind it be lacking
Looking like numb stuff
the world
and love to play the game not to know shame, star2find a big ass dame
I love you, love to talk about you, not knowing that I do
the way I say you’re
That's five minutes up for my life
So I been looking for this and I'm grown now
Y'all better know this
Y'all tryna push me, getting my troubles up
(compass)
But a lot
a trouble
I though I got
Becomes a Slaughter
Day by day
It got to be some thing out this
need to feel what pastor says
them riches too
Diamonds so bright that when they glisten
Your vision is multiplied by two
We used to wanna be
Hoop stars, millionaires
It hurts to know
too
I remember not havin' no car, but for you, I'm on the way through
Hate that happened to you
I shed a tear when they said your nigga killed you,
the original Junglist massive
The original dancehall junglist dere
General Levy alongside the MBeat
The world is in trouble
Ah what we tell dem murdera
It
comes back to you
Right back down to you
Trouble was your mother's milk
Her bible belt busted in two
Your brother tall and desperate
Stay Off At The Double Tree
Two Of All The Cars I Own Like Someone Tryna Double Me
Doubled Up My Shawty Bad Cause She Ain’t Tryna Trouble Me
All She Want
single
And all of my niggas are single
Let's get in some trouble, let's get on road
Music, cars, clothes & hoes
None of the hoes before the bros
I do know
the humbles I was shootin ( ? )
And now my time has come
And now hip-hop's an industry polluted by bums
Posin with guns, they're puffin mad blunts
Aiyo,
In two 16's ladies let me show you what I mean
I ripin' ya back at full steam
Besteen to the ones who want to lay the law
Maybe one ya'll want
to fight,
Hang tight and that ain't right!
[Chorus: x2]
I bet you made that up by yourself
Losing friends like loose change
Whole family gone like bruce wayne
I'm different inna fight like two chainz
Demons and my vices on the food chain
my brother learned to drive
He said no car was gonna pass him by, no way
Yeah, he said he would cut the throat of anyone who tried
And that was just
I'm "Posted"
So I gotta keep you up to par, cause baby girl you a star
I'm a hit'chu with some ends
And match yo rims, the same color as yo car
Cause
to the music, use it
What you know about juggling jobs and struggling hard and chasing dreams
What you know about having no car and rent being due and no
disappeared off the earth, fell off by far
He don't even got a car, just a white cup of bar
A one and a two liter, you ain't no block bleeder
I'm talking bout
reception, nigga
Whack your clique one by one 'til no one left in it, nigga
Spot the car movin' slow with no lights, tryin' to creep
That's me, and I'm there
the streets of the Queen
From Chi city to the flooded streets of Saint New Orleans
Subway cars
Hollis Park
Adolescents in Deville's busting shots at different
for me, but it's more for yourself
I got that paper and turned to a villain, the house full of people, I'm still by myself
Did what you did, I'ma do
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