Lyrics:
You are good to me
I was born in a shallow country
Yet you are fine to me
Can I even take the credit
I don't know if I can
Love the people chaotic
I
it be when im misunderstood
Digging deep, you ain't hurting me, bout to snap on you like wood
Fuck what you say, you know I dont have time in my day
my arena let me show y'all who the highness is
You might say I could be doing something positive
Humble head down low and broke like promises
Soaking
back before I'm suing
I'm a big influence
Why you even come if you ain't even shaking ass bitch
I'm thinking that she busted why she only sending ass
level
Have us huntin bitches down
With pick axe and shovel
Gone of that good shit
Hit ya like a mule kick
Pick a hater out the crowd
And hit em with
Wine tastes good and sometimes that's all I know
After making sense of nothing
Weed feels good and I don't even know why I feel better
Until I
This is one of those freedom songs
Everybody likes a good freedom song
It's a freedom song
Just trying to get by
Just trying to get by
Just trying,
hitting on my phone
Trynna get by my mind alone
But the clearness is far gone
So I write a thousand rhymes in lonely nights when I'm at home
Got a bad bitch
life even when it seems all holes gone
Labeled my wife but you truly exceed the title
You my future my happiness my heart my idol
I promise girl, that
have I gone this mad
Oh no, I've fallen down a rabbit hole
And I can't get out
Why do you feel so good being bad
Playing with my heart's gonna drive me
feeling alone now cause I left you there
Without even saying goodbye
Now think about how much a bitch you were
And how I will get drunk
You were no good for
gone
You gotta keep on pushin on
Til the day you find a way
To those good ole glory days
Once its gone yea its gone
You gotta keep on pushin on
Til
They want to see what's up
Niggas done play wit' his people Now they gone bust'em up
Some of them snortin' dope some of them bag that kill
Some
even comprehend bitch I'm hella lit
Ion even gotta worry bitch I'm hella rich
I can't see the time with all these diamonds dancing on my wrist
Niqqas
legit
Be so high feelin like a marshin in a space ship
3.5 in da wood get to talkin space shit
Good thing ain't gotta track hawk cause id race it
Won't
wanna laugh with me
Said you was a hunnit' but ain't even half with me
I think you're no good for me, sometimes
I just wish you would for me, sometimes
I
the wood, I kinda got it
Baby girl just want some dick ‘til she feel good, I kinda got it
When we had no Netflix, just a satellite dish (I kinda got it)
Illuminati or whatever the fuck they go by
They the reason why the world so dry
I'm just a nigga tryna live my life
Everyday staying away from the tip
I brought the woods, brought that good weed
I need money to do good deeds
I need money I got good needs
She take off her shoes, she good feet
She
block wit' the same crew
'N' everybody sitting fat living good
'N' I'm the only nigga dat be rappin' in my hood
I was raise by the hustlas 'n' gain by
been thinking murder yeah
I dont know what im on
I dont even wanna love on a bitch
I just get me the head then im gone yeah
Sending shots but we aint
Stepping on bitches
Like they some roaches
Drop on the spot so we getting in motion
Zack in the back rolling woods with cody
Pissing on bitches I
paying right away
Sipping on this codiene cause the mud take the pain away even
Even when I doze off
I been countin cash in my sleep
Make me feel good but
they used to sell me beers
Why he even bothers to open the door
The store's completely empty from ceiling to floor
Everyday open for business
Lay
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