Lyrics:
flexin' and be stuntin'
On the locals with my heckin' Lambo (Yeah)
They shipped out my Lambo to Tokyo
Riding the hood till we all be old
Stay making money
a flash
All my life counted out, like Jay don't matter
Now they see me pissed off like an old man's bladder
I be the armored umpire, for the jackass
greasey I'm a big lip you
A'yo your man'll can get slid with you
You and the squad takin to galoshes
I hold the engineer for hostage
And spit from
Changing in the booth
Hundred proof in my belly
Wild Turkey is my water
Head a little hotter
Scarred by demons
Harry Potter
Not a guy to fuck with
See me
I'm waiting by the corner of your street, it smells like cigarettes
You ask me who I wanna be? A man with no regrets
And I drive fast to relieve
tunaitafutia jina
FVO: Not that old man, the musician!
MVO: Ahhh
FVO: And then they are lookin at us, they are likeWajakoya!
MVO: Yes
Verse 1
Akili ni
(You're a Wizard Harry)
Ayo, I got a pistol and it's staying by me
I got a lot of issues, so my death is anticipated highly
That was me
Boo bitch, Spooky Girl's here
Spooky Boy's out, I'm takin' over this year
Now it is the season I am goin' trick-or-treating
Black cat by my side
Man this one gonna be a little different
A lot of y'all askin me to be lyrical me
You know what I mean?
Old school me but
I wanna incorporate some
graduated like alumni's
We one body man one mind, Open your mind up to Nirvana
Go listen to some frank sinatra, Go call your doctor
And tell em that SKYWALKER
Creeped up on a n from behind
Caught him by surprise
Old ass piece from FE shop went
Through for Gucci Slides
Got lucky on the app and got a
Bunch
Finally, I got myself a partner, now
Yeah
But old Ray, wouldn't you know
Mm-hm, somthing musta happened bad
Some man said, "You got my
Hoping that it pays off
Doing all the dirty work
Hope you get the stains off
Trying to get a raise bruh
Man you're getting laid off
Started rapping told em
a friend of my old man
He came by every couple of months or so
With a brown paper bag full of bandit cash
Have a couple of drinks and he would go
He
and he was 38 years old.
Man, and without hearing that voice. Without hearing that, whether it?s the actually the physical audible voice of your father
Why she worryin' bout my next bitch
Steady going on my Facebook
Tryna see how my bitch face look
I said that old bitch she a groupie doe
We 'bout
My momma, in 1967, pickin' cotton
While other blacks was gettin' liberated, boycottin'
My old man was a player, ain't no hidin' that
He started
real, everyone gettin' old (yeah)
I watch niggas find they therapist in liquor stores
Some of my niggas got jealous, they see their man rose
New Years
But I didn't go yet
Cool with the devil on my back
I'm in cold sweats
'bout to do some dirt
In some dirty black old sweats
If you known you
Harry at home
And under my cowboy hat
I?m worried sick you know
All I ever wanted was to
Live by the sea
I?m a love junkie myself
Baby, come and fix
business as men
And handle this shit for the kids
How you live when you grow old
Is determined by what you did when you were young
Look around at what we
business as men
And handle this shit for the kids
How you live when you grow old
Is determined by what you did when you were young
Look around at what we
business as men
And handle this shit for the kids
How you live when you grow old
Is determined by what you did when you were young
Look around at what we
round in fannin county
In a lifted gmc with my son right beside me.
Giving him my plan
Showing him how to be a man
Like a dirty
Country boy providing for
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