Lyrics:
niggas
Cappin in they rhymes
Nah I ain’t got the time
Lil nigga
You ain’t hit no road
Feel good when you got it out
The mud
And you run that shit up
no sick note, finna get me a Rick coat
I do not tip toe I'm good where I walk
Miss me some wok keep some wok in the stock
Jet skis at the dock got
satellite
It's like a good enough facsimile of real love
I guess I got a habit same as everyone else does
We're all banging down doors
Trying to grab that
just (children of the internet)
(Children of the internet)
Look
I grew up in a good but a changing age
My wife and kids, Damon Wayan's
When
I told my mama I just woke up
And then she let me know
That my life won’t go on
Said my mind is obscure
Said I need to grow up
If I wanna live on
In
is in the crazy ass hood
Rolling deep, gang-banging always up to no good
Hanging out on the corner, creased gangster'd out
Motherfuckers know what's up
stupid shit
And I can't confide in these fucking dick-riders
I'm vibing to linear notes and I know suicidal
But I cope by breaking up pills of those hydros
on the ground
I would not get up
I would dance on my back
Throw my legs up in the air like I don't care
Then wave them side to side
Then I'd bust into
blowed away
Let me take ya by the hand, let me tell ya somethin' good (yeah)
There's a party goin' on, so let's ride through the hood
I don't want
masters
My cousin in Detroit schooled me like
“When the sun goes down, there's no good guys
No Spike Lee, no right thing to do right”
But I was only 9,
down like some bowling pins
Po it up
In yo cup
In the air
Got the smoke
Live it up
Feeling good
What I'm on
It's what I'm on
Po it up
In yo cup
In
Up and down the boulevard,
I go walking in the night,
Memories of times gone by,
Ain't no way to put it right,
You tell me that you're lonely
let me know what's good
Heard that you were well
It really picked me up
Not that I was down
It's just nice to have an old friend around
You're home
I’m gonna lay down my burden
Down by the riverside
Down by the river
Down by the riverside
I’m gonna lay down my burden
Down by the riverside
Study
the dirt roads, beaches, casinos
Pimping slick in my peacoat, sipping vino
Shout out my brother, he a Trip like I’m Lito
Just know we about to blow no c4
Pushin' phat rides causing no surprise
She got tips in the stash
Stacking up the cash
Fast when it comes to the gas
By no means average
She's on when she's
pulling up in a Bent'
And the crowd, they taking pictures
It's hard to tell, if a flash went off
Or you was blinded by the riches
Bitch
Drop it down show me good love
She thick bad shawty with a big butt
She never quit no
And she never spit no
Bitch
Drop it down show me good
up
Work hard by myself I can't take a pay cut
Feeling good by myself, I don't need no fake love
Save alittle, spend alittle not worried bout my pay
Used to love the way you lick your lips
How you'd talk your shit, now you act like this
I was down for the get down I insist
But I was on a come up
Yeah
Yeah, I'm out that Brooklyn, now I'm down in Tribeca
Right next to De Niro, but I'll be hood forever
I'm the new Sinatra, and since I made
phat rides, it‘s no surprise
He got tricks in the stash, stacking up the cash
Fast when it comes to the gas
By no means average
He‘s on when he‘s got
sugar, movin' down the line
I come up hard baby, but that's okay
'Cause trouble man, don't get in my way
I come up hard baby, I've been for real
Gonna
to scream one of her niggas, like get up off her
She was a diamond in the rough, real neighborhood jewel
You would never see her out, 'less she comin' from
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