Lyrics:
no one else could reveal
Her new man said to meet him at eight
She came in dressed to the nines
But by ten it was clear he was more than late
by one, few by few
If a crab find gold other crabs gon' shoot
When the coroners call with the gone too soons
All I wanna hear is five point two
Was
Battery on
Seventy percent
Two missed calls
And no new
Text
Messages
I'm still lit
New outfit
Touch a button
To a crank up
Da whip
I'm da shit
What
Death a line or two away and a couple tall cans
'Cause you never know when God is gonna call, man
Precious, what we all share
I said peace at five
can subtract it
You can call it your lucky partner
Maybe you can call it your adjective
But odd as it may be
Without my one and two, where would
ain't living lavish
When I see you , yea it's up
Pouring da lean call it blood In the cup
When I see you, yea it's up
I'm smokin on * and im smokin dat
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Q-R-N
Don't pray for me
Pray for the opps (opps), pray for the block (block), pray for the cops
Don't pray for me
Pray
Highspeed - yea we get off onna cops (skrrrrrrt)
Than after that we head back to da block (head back to the block)
You kno i'm strapped give a fuck
No we ain't worried bout the top, that's just a spot
They don't gimme all my props, just a lot
We don't ever call the cops, just the shots
Is you da
Yeah dis trap but it go boom bap
Bop it inna squid da little whip it gon bang
Whats a crib I'm no baby get a house wit my own name
In my own lane
Cop
he took his last breath
Chorus:
Two thousand twenty
da chump in da chair
Two thousand twenty
the young ones are stomping'
and they don't fear
Vote
the sack
Nigga, let the weed smoke blow
I'm intoxicated trying to make a few hits in the head
Baby 'cause I be wilder, big baller, call up with quarter
Shawty suck dick, like whoa (suck dick)
I'm a bag chaser, need more
Used to be posted by the store (uh-huh)
Cops on my phone, like yo
Yo, yo, yo,
hanging niggas to death
Word, you can call us coat racks
With 'giants' all around me like, Eli Manning
The bitch is on the block like, he died scrambling
bitches wanna throw me in Helekin's bay
Call me an animal up in the system,
But who's the animal who built this prison,
Who's the animal who invented
stroll them streets, beeper checking
Hope no cops arresting, girl, I told you them narcs be pressing
Better act you a pedestrian and don't mention my name
the hood, she did not have a reaction (skrrt)
With a six-year-old, she kept the doors unlocked
And drove by the 5-0 like, "Fuck those cops!"
Goddamn, it
the hood
Da hood, da hood, da hood, da hood, da hood
[ VERSE 2: Qur'an ]
Another day in the hood, a kid is caught in a crossfire
Gunfire lighten the streets
Awhh yeah
Break me off some of the real players shit
What's up motherfuckers? This is Khayree
And I posted at this here
Spot with 2Pac, Mac-Mall
Ray
, da-da-da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da
Six-seven-eight, triple nine, eight-two-one-two
Baby, you know that I miss you, I wanna get with you tonight
But I cannot, baby girl,
Got two bead freaks plus me riding in that two seater
They face to face
I'm by myself but they huggin' like a wife beater
Shout out to my OG for
7 Years old makin money up da block
7 Years old ain't fw da cops
7 Years old I was dreaming bout da mops
7 Years old lil bitch gave me top
7 Years
Bouncin' lossen blood by da ounces momma cryin' up a river when da news announces
[Chorus: x2]
I'm pimp tight M-J-G plenty ammunition
In my coat
dare you bitches to call the cops
[Verse 2: Katie Tropp]
Sometimes trying to be great is lonely,
Most find it difficult to keep going,
I’m like a river
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