Lyrics:
and don't even sweat
Play in the snow and don't get cold
I'm just a cool young brother who looks kinda old
Love around the world schoolin' the sound
If I
ain't talking 'bout money
I'm a blues singer at the Eight by Ten
You go out searching for some grand tomorrow
Don't worry 'bout me just drop by now
things used to be
It's not about who's right or wrong
cause they'll defend their right to being free
I don't build walls by singing songs
so I'm proud
shackle my wrist
I slept on a mat, now I'm back in the mix
You ain't no savage, don't lie to me, nigga (on God)
I'm from the apartments, my heart in
(speeding)
Runnin' through bands, I'm rich (I'm rich)
Everything president tints
I'm on Ocean with a bad ho
Top down, she got flew'd out
On the back seat
the nozzle on that
K you should start prayin!
That's how we on it!
I don't wanna waste time talkin to fellas
Who run up on me talkin that bullshit
Instead I
give you a green) what?
(I'll give you a green light)
Oh, um, right, thank you
These are the forces this is the power
That drives the band that drinks-
dashboard
Red flags in the rear-view
I know I'm the one that made you upset
But all I wanna do is see you
You know that lately I don't think straight
But
Real niggas only you don't fit in this
I was raised by the code
Don't snitch don't snitch
Get played by a pro
Like twitch like twitch
Pack him up
motherfucker?)
I'ma tell you right now (Hurry up)
Boy, you better calm down (man, just spit it out)
Boy, you better reckon who you talkin' to, I'm tryna talk
a listen, to what is written, neva quittin
Westbrook how I finish, I'm relentless
God is with it
Cuz He's the center of my business
By now you've caught
you stupid, oh
One shot to remind you who is
That fly little nigga that's behind the trigger, Wizzle
I'm off chronic combined with liquor
But
to swallow
How should I feel when I'm being followed (followed)
By the words that you say to me? (Crazy)
And you saved my life, take my life
I gotta
Christ, has blessed my life to know just who you are
You are my hope
So look at me now
Its finally Christmas and I'm home
Head indoors, to get out of this
account, gettin' more and more money
She got paid, it wasn't funny
Talkin' to myself, "Oh, you big, big dummy"
Just my luck that I'm stuck with a marriage
something good
But I shoulda had another mechanic under my hood
If you see me walking by you, boy, don't you even speak
Pretend you on the sofa and I'm
Yeah
You hurda me
Nah
Ain't No Comparison
What's a Supra to a Benz
What's a paper to a pen
Who got cash no card
Who got bands on hand
I got more
lost or won
End of the day I'm gettin' a bag and I ain't getting touched
What's done is done
I'm countin' the commas, the bands, the Benjamins
I'm
Beat up a nigga who diss, cause he ain't with the shit
He ain't a P, I don't trip
Then I'm back up in the fast lane gettin' to the money
Your bitch is
turns her back
We're gonna cut out of class , meet the girls by the railroad track
Well ev'ry Friday night there's a band that you gotta hear
Just
on smooth like Lenny Green
Word to my mother I air y'all niggas out
Bigger chromers for the one who got the bigger mouth
("Shout, shout, I'm talking
Legendary athletes who play by the trash heap
My crew wasn't that deep, but beef we didn't act sweet
Treadin' on these stompin' grounds you better catch
you stupid, oh
One shot to remind you who is
That fly little nigga that's behind the trigger, Wizzle
I'm off chronic combined with liquor
But
on the worst day (cash)
Quit cappin' girl, you know it ain't your birthday (birthday)
Ayy, who birthday? Put yo' hand up
You get a purse bae, if she bad
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