Lyrics:
This song is definitely one of the 'filler' tracks on the album. Never played in concert (that I can remember) and hardly ever mentioned by anyone.
enough
Drive-by's, blood-spattered on my shoe, I'm not hood enough
But why cry?
I Waka Flocka Flame, hit your block up
Thug life, it's in my veins, go
probably got my nut still on lips
So much ice in my watch
I'm not feeling my wrist
Don't care if you clap and
You filling them clips
Get a slug in your hat
Since knee-high, sippin' Nehi in my Levi's
When y'all was chasing ice cream trucks in your Reeboks
I was in the duck trying to scoop senioritas
California
And hopped back into the studio to
Voice animated superheroes and record her
First solo album when Cameron isn’t
Bringing your favorite characters to
Life
love my concerts
In love with this life
This the price of an artist
She ain't want me before
Now she all in my comments
She all in my DMs I
Dubbed
Gotta do what I gotta do, yeah)
All my exes live in Texas like I'm George Strait
Or they go to Georgia State where-
Tuition is handled by some
a garage band
In high school with the
Intentions of just making music for
The love of it we
Met Taylor and our friend Jason
Clark at our school and
Found out
[Verse 1]
Here's a story about a youngin' that started off strugglin'
He didn't like his life so he started off hustlin'
He was doin good in the hood
longer feel me
I leave, and did love you, just hard in the moment
You, under so much stress with your family
Fake cancer
Trashed apartment, 8/3
Didn't
a little longer
Pull off your coat throw it in the corner
Don't see why you don't stay a little longer
You can't go home if you're going by the mill
I think I'm ready for you to judge me now
Looking up to your idol
While you remain idle
How are people living their best lives but still suicidal
Kids
Ok alright
Hey this song right there
Was off the first album I ever made
It's called Reasonable Doubt
Also was fortunate enough to be
Blessed by
think of me in my favorite T-shirt
Goes down to my knees, yeah
Pink and blue and cream, yeah
'Cause I memorized your wardrobe
Pink stripes and tie dye you
the pace
Start falling behind
And tryna catch up isn't working at all
What's next for me
What's going to album once this album drops
Will it reach your ears
the bars
Blow the facade right off of your squad
Lil' rappers, I love you, but you ain't shit 'til you got offers in Prague
Look that shit up
A book,
Pussy don't run got the beam on his back
I need that money with no strings attached
Got a nigga sitting in the trap cutting crack
Your man like
phonier
And now I do the same shit with my mom
It's really only the peaches and cream that I show to her
I can hear her voice in my head
"Did you eat today"
Speak with authority demons start leaving
We patching the wounds up with love in this season
Open the eyes to the blind and start seeing
Open your Bible
to God that everything was fine
(Swear) live by the code, you do the crime
Gotta do the time (Ayy do your time)
She from the Hills
Her daddy rich and she
you say things
And how you evolving by doing the same thing?
I'm here for the culture we ain't on the same team
Making discs no DVD
Laugh out loud like
to driving the latest jags
To rock rags made by Italian fags
See, I never meant to fall in love with this shit
But Miss Ghetto you's a slut so I'm divorcing
puff puff dib I need to live please pass that
as we zone shoot a jewel in baby girl dome
It's a crazy world let me drop you home let's go
by the way
of stugglin', guzzlin' beers
Beefin' and never even, ain't no love in the air
And I suffer my shit in hell, talkin to the heavens
Walkin' through the valley
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