Lyrics:
And then I passed out while I got a back rub,
But in the middle of the night I reached for a second helping,
Got a hand full of sheets I was all by myself,
in a crisis
I kick you while you're down
Snatch you up and ask you who's the nicest
Better say me
Or I'll put your next to some vice crips
And squeeze
This must be the place.
I can tell by your glare.
I wouldn't touch you on a dare.
Seven months to June and even then, so what?
My mouth is open, my
wait
Everything around me changed, 7 28
Fell in love wit' you when I
Put you on my chest
Lookin' at you every minute
Like I couldn't rest you was
please
Bury me by my grand-grand and when you can, come follow me
God bless you working on a plan to heaven
Follow the lord all twenty-four-seven days, God
(Ah)
The new king of New York, lord
I got the Hugo trappin' out the fiend spot
The bitch had section 8
One deal went real bad
We had to wet the place
Chase me down, turn me over, you are mine
Say something else, in your head
You are kind, you are kind
Climb in next to me
We are better than this
witness
My own movements
Change for the better
Waiting for the weather
Insane as I tether
In this life that we live
Will we abide by the bid?
Are we alive
around
Kemba bars yeah they got the shimmy leave you outta bounds
You ain't got no money that's the labels sit yo' ass down
Seven figures independent
about how you never want to live without
This broken boy who keeps on trying to forget
Looks a lot like home, A better place to be
A terrifying
a lame nigga, nigga take his shoes
I'm from Eats Point, Atlanta, we don't fight by rules
You don't know Cool Breeze or lil Freddy Calhoun
In this place
One cry out
Two free a bird
Three get a better job
A four letter word
Five is a hi-fi
Six on the beach
Twenty four-seven baby,
Eight days a week
a month's gone by
I'm acting like a clown but think that I'm debonair
I can't dance but when
I'm stoned I'm better than Fred Astaire
With a voice like
your brains and I'm as sick as the fever
Try to fuck with a monster you better leave it to beaver
Cause I'm coming for your life you been marked by
stands beside
My blood runs faster now it's time to die!
[Bridge 4:]
Now I'm leavin' up to another world
Maybe a better place to live maybe to sleep
[Kyprios]
I'm on my way, on the highway/
To a special place, it never rains, with better terrain/
And by the way I'll say good bye game/
But
pussy
A leg on the bed one on the wall
Gettin' it all pussy
That keep him shaking his head and saying hell naw pussy
When you come across you better get
place in my dorm
If you think this is new then you’ve just been uninformed
Cuz I lived in the clouds since the day that I was born
Your stories are mixed
thought you had a heart attack (Yah)
Finna bring it back (Yah)
Leonard with the sack (Yah)
Listen for a second imma spit for the homies
Man Issa a fact
We
nada
Watch out
Better stay in your lane
Im with the ra-ra
This world will leave you robbed when you fill your hands
Living for a job could be what kills
these victories by myself
I knew she was up to no good
The second she stepped in my hood
Start asking my neighbors getting persuasive
Tryna find out if I
worked out
Hooyo's second, got her worst child, I'm turnt now
I lift myself, I watch the workout, third round
I see the future with my mask on, mask off
wrote this song
In a hotel room overseas on tour
Where I'm feeling myself 'cause
I'm all alone
I don't know where one day it hit me
Hanging by his room
to work, sure
I put in the time, tryna better me
Second place to love
Till I fell apart mentally
Knowing in my corner
She bordering and embarrassing
Hoping
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