Lyrics:
homies and ride the sunset
Two sacks of money from the train heist
They ain't even counted it up
Just mounted it up (let's go Westcoast)
Rode West
tryna love but be surrounded by the envy
If you wanna be me , you would have to be filthy
Wake up every day know the cops wanna kill me
Know that even
of cheat talk
Be prepared to change your tune by the time my heat spark
After dark get your crew for me is a cake walk
And I love rap records with lots
then I'm snatchin' her purse
Port city baddie, i just wanna fuck
City too crazy, so I keep it tucked
Live by the gun, die by the gun
Talk on my bro's
completed person
But the pussy had you broken can't be fixed by any surgeon
Shawty bring in back come and touch them toes
Shawty know she bed she ain't got
from, still gotta pack a gun
Case some young motherfuckers wanna play dumb
I guess I live life forever jugglin'
But I'll be hustlin' til the early
Proud I don't need a mention
Anxiety and fear
It's like an air b&b
Two narcissists live in
My mind and they always
Skip the fee
Slapping box in the back
Defend my whole crew like we're blood brothers
Cause it takes me a while to wanna trust others
I've been lied to and lead on by five fuckers
Try me
I
These bum crews runnin' around ravin' with they one twos
So act like you want it with that babble you call rap dukes
I brings it to your grill while
they can front and they can floss
But they never payed the cost
To be an inner city player ba-by
I like the way it's goin' down
I like the way it's
tattoos
Do not act rash boy your life is hanging by a thread
You get two strikes on the third filleting you instead
Thunderclap flash, zenny stance
can get you what you need if you ask nicely
Shawty wanna roll with me so she can live like this
Shopping trips, new french tips
Foreign whip, two tone
teacher who knew
I'd potentially sound it out with the rhythms
All you two faced niggas who wanna really doubtin me
High key I hope that you notice the way
me wit' no other by the flow, motherfucker
Dedicated to all of those with big egos
Never fakin', we get the dough and live legal
Haters hate this,
me wit' no other by the flow, motherfucker
Dedicated to all of those with big egos
Never fakin', we get the dough and live legal
Haters hate this,
I'm floating
Aye
Wouldn't be me
Without the Southside
Homie's asking me
When we gonna slide
Bout to pull up
We don't need to hide
Two of the Realest
caught up with the crew oh
What am I to do nah living without you
Yeah I love to be behind your ass but first in lines amazing
I guess I'm Mr.OhSoTrouble
know where his crew at no gang they be like screw that
That homeboy lying
How you come up out the hood and hate a hoodrat
Fake nigga yeah I'm looking
to stay on the grind
NIggas wanna knock your hustle, put two in your mind
These streets ain't kind, as a matter of fact
They mean as hell! The only thing
Surrounded by a good team
Treed your ma like a queen
Just trust in your crew and try to survive
Everyday you can get fucked by your own life
Your mind is more
Diamond on the tooth, two grand
Tryna help raise all youth to man
So Cuzimdope gon need this space to slam
Help clean up this land
The reputation of this
be? We was team
I guess we got divided by the cream
Fbi ran in my crib, where I live
Snatched my wife, child welfare took my kids
Yo I can't live, I
I just lay in bed
Just staring at the dots, hope one day they connect
Wanna be like all my idols, wanna gain they respect
Study all the work they did
my first album to be a little bit of everything
Tempo's created and in rhythm alone
A vibrational
"Temple" pull that attaches your soul "Our
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