Lyrics:
gotten to stare directly
Into my eyes and see the destiny that we could have
You are the Bonnie to my Clyde (Clyde, Wesson) Wesson to my Smith (Smith
to boogie
Early on but I'm never a rookie
Get him cooked like he makin some cookies
He thought shit was sweet now we slidin like toosie
You ain't do time
the clout
Made me sick to my stomach
Cause she came so many times
I was in love
Old ladie gave me open cookies
Imma start a cresaude
Tripping
Im gone
the opposition with the Smith & Wesson catch a body I put that on mom too
All these niggas been testing me like i'm not with it just know that i'm taking your life
Billie jean
“He ain’t dead” like fuck you mean
Ain’t stressing with my Smith and Weston
I got gray hairs since fifteen
Since fifteen
Spin the whole damn
wanna chill
Make it quick
Got the drop on a opp
Get off my dick Pass me my blick
I don't know How much time
I got left Jr smith
This the last shot
Bitch
step foot on the field, in this bitch, I'm like Emmitt Smith
Like who's up on your roster, I got choppers for Jaden's Smiths
cnd mamas weeping willows
you do
Post to be proud of the things you do
Aye
Do you understand why I'm stacking
Aye
Hurd you got this dirty little habit
Smith and westin yo
We keep that heat by the thigh bone
They took my nigga stacks
I told my homie fly on
Told my brothers they better grind
But never cry for em'
Never
Said I'm running through these traumas like I'm emmitt smith
Gettin paid like the first and the... fifth
Still prayin for my brothas down on sixth
part of me
Part of us excuse me
Forgive me for this verse
Possessed by the holy spirit Every line gets worse
This gift that I'm using used to be a curse
on a nigga
Turnin christian to a certified sinner
The bomb I release, time pent up (explodes)
While you got set up I was hittin your ex hoe
Shit I kept low,
I could contest
The best vets
My words hotter than the sun
Keep blazing
I got it done a long time ago
The word smith
Still making steel but people
of my siblings again
I got the stick in case you got the nine
I got the clip and I'm sippin' on time
Look for your bitch, find her right by my side
Can't
I ran up a bag by myself, there's nobody beside me
Nobody to fall back on, I had nobody behind me
Now they see I got some cash, I fuck it up and see
by lightning
Old stop sign that someone shot
Couple miles outside a highway dot
In the usa that time forgot
(The usa that time forgot)
You can lose
counting dirty money since 12:30
A.M., weigh them
If they short, take them right back and spray him, amen
Yeah, I just do my Wayne
And every time I do
'Cause when it's time to shoot they quick to point the heat right back
I got one bad chick, she by my side
About two more wait-in outside
Roll out
that run their rhyme-a
Time after time after time after time
I know what you will say before you jump up on the stage
But make sure you don't say,
By My Side
Sarah Smith
Come on come on come on
Let's take this outside
I don't want to talk about it anymore
Come on come on come on
I didn't mean
it's just rhymin'
But all this time it's like organized crimin'
For instance, there was a time when there was a line
Between streets and business, but
it's just rhymin'
But all this time it's like organized crimin'
For instance, there was a time when there was a line
Between streets and business, but
a vintage pair of stan smiths
Yo go and pray live yo mothafuckin life day by day
Yo go and pray live yo mothafuckin life day by day
Yo go and pray live you
other
He was hurting, I can see it, plenty tears, no Kleenex
I stood by his side because that was my homie
Gave him a hug, some of his brother's blood
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