Lyrics:
She was a young girl, eighteen
Addicted to the dreams of bein' on the big screen
Then late one nigh, kissed her mama goodbye
Took the keys to the car
(*talking*)
Ha, man it's going down baby what
E.S.G., man I got three young thoed ass niggas in here with me baby
Know I'm tal'n bout, my lil' partna
"Come on out with your hands high!
"Hahahaha, with your hands high!
Hahhaha huh I better reason with him"
Why don't you ride to the rhythm
As somebody getting drugged nigga
I tried changing, but I guess this shit is deep in the blood
I guess that's why my mama calls me a thug, but still
[Chorus]
on my chest
When I got hit by that car I thought life was mess, I thought life was a mess
But I was able to ball so I know that I'm blessed, know that
every bodys fault but mine now I put that on my mama sittin up in the big house I put it on my pops he should of made us learn in school Get up out my
brighter than paul wall teeth
Fuck this rap game fuck it it needs more more me
And this writer right here can front all your theives nigga
Got these
will
Simon says, "pass on by"
Passions wane
Stragglers weep
Hungers fight
For the CameraEye
Hold me so I'll never let you go
Stay with me for
up the winding road
E??????? A
To Val's cabin
About half-way to the mountain top
We'd pull off the road and come to a stop
By
ain't no pussy my nigga I say it with my chest
You currently fucking with one of the best nothin' less
I'm counting my blessings I got my mama counting my
opinion…
My mama told me keep on pushing, always be resilient…
I’m getting better by the minute…
of my mama to get us on our feet
We outch here tryna grind so we can both eat
Living my life like a Savage I grew up on the streets
All I ever really
I just got a text mama told me she don't want me no mo
I gotta hide what I'm feeling tryna not let it show
My nigga p said some pain u just gotta let
heart from the past bein foolish ride for myself
Ion care whatchu doin
Can't trust nobody
That out here to ruin
Came friends with the money
And it
and she say she wanna ride
Release the need to please or be validated by eyes
In disguise, I'm just focused on what makes me come alive
I've learned not
And this blunt is for Ms. Valle and by the way we spill that liquor out
Sir I need a order of sum blues and you can keep the clout
It was hard it’s
happened - pardon the fact there wasn’t any magic - it wasn’t love - it was just ah reaction - how did we let this here happen / I never thought about - all
girl come around like she Karen
I'm busing down the chain vvs caught her starring
That nigga broke as hell when he talk dont wanna hear him
I could still
got backaches
And that ain't safe
Fuck me over
That's yo face
Nigga drink Dusse
By the case
Nigga come from a
Ratchet place
You ain't my dog
That ain't
the rhythm find your groove
Aint no time for playing silly games
By the time the sun comes up now
You gonna be missing your backbone
Cause this beat's gonna
wrigglin' meat fitter
Gold medal ho hitter
Blue ribbon pink tickler
Lil' Shank, plug that puss!
Tighten up baby
'cause I'm startin' to push
When it comes
hoes tend to get along
Here, baby, count up the Benjis
All night until the morn
Putting her lips on my neck and she tell
Me she like the smell of my
Sour pills, hash flour
Around with my gun cock
I'm movin by the hour
Hand on the steering wheel ice in my
Call my niggas up
Tell em on my way
cloud of diesel smoke
Don't stand too close
You might get choked
I'm a big tall cowboy
Come and grab my rope
Time for me to get outta here
But I want
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