Lyrics:
These niggas really only hard on IG Live (Huh)
I'm locked in, in this hell, if you touch me, nigga (If you touch me nigga)
These niggas only act hard
on
Throw it then trip to Tokyo
I'm 'round this bitch blowing Yen
Plug did you bold than a bitch
You out here blowing stems?
By 2023, I bet you that I'll blow
beatin' on that war drum
As if I ever went to war for you, now there's a good joke
[Verse 2: Nomi]
Goodbye, I've said so many times, I'll say it again
Huh? Detroit raised me
Detroit, let me walk you through my city
Huh?
I used to live in Section
8 housing with my pops
My hood was the gun range
I'm
I'm from where them young niggas ain't scared of nothing
10 years ago drinking tussy
Nutting off all in public
Drive-bys in broad daylight its
1 ounce, 2 blunts, 3 seconds
And I'm on the 4 oh 5 flying in my 6
Got a call from a 7, said she with a 9
If you add 'em up, that's more than
(Making the real women look fake)
(Only hurting yourself with the decisions that you make)
(That's you) [Repeat: x2]
That beats your kid, coz somebody
My rhyme is a diamond inspired by pressure before it
There's a lesson in every blessin', never ignore it
There's two things I never been,
(To make you realize that each and everyday I live)
Look, my squad
I do this shit for my momma and my little sisters man
All my niggas man,
nobody fuckin' wit us
I ain't Gerome Bettis, but if I hit you it's gon' feel like the bus
And you couldn't live this life and play this role
Like never
Leavin' some battalion, descending from Orion
Travel 'til gone, hear the bust then go
To the next level brought by bass and treble dig with your shovel
the jugg
Fuck you get it how you live
I don't really give a fuck
I stopped pouring up, fuck pills, I don't even smoke blunts
Went through 50 packs
be
Walking with broken two wings
Adapting, while time keeps changing degrees rapidly
You can tell by cracks in the streets
Because it's aging, but
in time in between the lines where a heartache and a pen
We both know this story by heart we don’t have to pretend
We’re just two different lives
and spread them coupons
If you happy when you save two dollars a week
You steal your neighbors empty bottles and keep all your receipts
And only treat
your dead
[Chorus: x2]
How many days have you lived your life?
How many days can I live mine?
How many times am I getting by?
Will it ever be
mob block live again
Look at these whips we're riding in
Making ball and look easy baby
We don't practice like Iverson
Sliding in I'm 'em super post
on bottles
Thirsty as fuck, double-tappin' on Instagram
She got you, spillin' money got these niggas pussified by models
Apply yourself, life is greater than
A traveler’s heart is hard to find
Our troubles we can leave behind
Cause I’ve got my own plans in mind
Chasing dreams by those dim headlights
As we head down
Welcome to the St. Moritz on Sunset it began
A low rent hotel now home to a young German
Hit the bottom in Nashville put that bottle down for good
all of them models
Who gotta red bottoms and bottles
We gotta go skrt, hand on the throttle
Oh only you, can hold me down
What do you think I'm
Turn it up and ignite the track
Light it up and pop a bottle cause your boys are back
I got one fucking goal by the end of the show
Make this whole
to me
When I grow up, I want to live near the sea
Crab claws and bottles of rum
That's what I'll have staring at the seashell
Waiting for it to embrace
and bottle washer at a bank or two
She lives to shock her momma
And momma don't like you know, who?
Well, there's a cold front movin' in
Some real bad
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