Lyrics:
No love when I walk in the room
No love
When I walk in the room
Out for the dough
Don't try my team
All white tee
With the ball on me
Run it by me
by your house
Though I know you're not home
But I can see you
Your brown skin shining in the sun
You got your hair combed back
And your sunglasses on,
Rollin' in a golden Tacoma, the shit's stolen
If that bitch tell on me, I'ma do a fuckin' drive-by in her colon
With my meat, gotta keep it obsolete
Fumbling through your privates Daddy Fat Sax can I have you back? Naw!
Ooh! You such a player, ooh! Your southern drawl
Got me sprawled out, in your
love deep within
And my sister was like 10, had gun to her back coming down the stairs
Could just be me, but it smells like something's in the air
Hard
fuck a gun torture
Gotta live in my world watch ya life fly by
Party on the high rise then dive off control your own destiny
Yo, We gotta stop being
of the maze?
I can feel you in my back
But when I look behind
Everything looks vague and meaningless
So are my screams, lost in the void
Stuck in a black Hole
of the maze?
I can feel you in my back
But when I look behind
Everything looks vague and meaningless
So are my screams, lost in the void
Stuck in a black Hole
I took the top off made it black
My shooter take ya top off, leave ya flat
I want the top off and the engine in the back
And what they talmbout;
of the billboard, top 20 in 12 months, and I'm a
Son of a bitch for it, new policy, new apologies, new kingdom, new democracy, I'm a king by
Birthright, not
the 7th Ward
I was out of weed and threw a fit
I must admit it in the 7th Ward
In the 7th Ward
Black $uicide, Southside across the lake
We in the 7th Ward
turning black
Baby please just call me back
You keep living in my mind
Feel your soul inside
Yeah, inside
Falling into pieces
I'm so alone
Falling
know I'll prosper
Back up life is dreaming reality defeated
My arms forced up cus the authority's indifferent
You black like the odds did time in
I get to Arizona
Cosplay Call of Duty simps
Up in city hall
If it was Black Lives Matter
That did it
Jake would kill em all
Kids lookin like Jake
to the moon and back, no, I love you past Mars
Actually, by that logic, my ship won't have a target
I'd just have to steer it to whatever object's farthest
He pop xannies by the fist full
Drink syrup, skip school
Pants hanging off his ass, ain't been in the bath
I try to steer 'em right cause I hate
pumps poisonous blood, your choice, the slugs
You do dirt in the rain, than your name is mud
Major love to thugs in the back of the clubs
Strapped for
I just want Jose Luis money
Big Vic Money
That Titon money all surrounded by the honey's
Want Domencio Money
Black Jus Money
Boy George money you
It ain't no private jet, but this private sex
She like to all black, the room
Cop a big ass chain, that bitch gon' bling
In the dark white like
episode is like a scene in a dream
I've seen bloodshed, black on black crime, racism
Back stabbers you call bro's, whore's drugging clients
Pussy niggas
me by my side side side (Side, side)
I give him what he need from me
We going back to back I go to war for em' (War for em')
Cause he going make it
See in all black
White whip With the brodies
Wishy with my watchlist
They won't find my stolie
Copper busting back You know for him this shit is OV
would mention
The drinkin, the smokin, the low school grades
And sleepin in class laid back with his black shades
Nowadays you catch Kenny hangin in
school grades
And sleepin' in class laid back with his black shades
Nowadays you catch Kenny hangin' in the hallways
With his crew findin' more ways
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