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We some real life bosses got 'em looking at you
We grind hard to play harder
We touch the stars that's what they call us
We grind hard to buy
Knockin' doors down, showin' cars around
I'ma come through and show my wood pine
Knockin', knockin' doors down, showin' cars around
I'ma, I'ma
The Double A down to Sheridan Square
Her cell phone rings
It's, like, her stupid father
Be in the door by ten, again
Pixeleen
Dream deep my
the train, okay, you hear it constantly)
(I think the train is a way to find your way out of this life)
(If you get hit by it)
A couple of kids got hit by
a million of Y'all and only one of me(hey)
What happened to the village as far as I can see
It's been burned down by this modern day slavery
[Donovan:]
stop us? Fuck the coppers, the mind of a kilo shopper
Seeing my life through the windshields of choppers
I ain't spend one rap dollar in three years,
through it, mom dukes too
Tears streamin down her pretty face, she got her palms to it
My life is gettin too wild
I need to bring some sort kinda calm
pictures
Listen to me, I see your career goin' sky high
Takin' you home to the crib in the Chi
And every time I see your thighs, I cry when I drive by
don't care for a sucker that ain't down with the real niggas
The niggas, the niggas, yo
And that's the way the shit gotta go ain't even sober
And any
like I took off.
And when I ride by, it's like I fly by.
You like a slow motion.
All in 3-D.
'cause everywhere I go, they by like "there he go"
like I took off.
And when I ride by, it's like I fly by.
You like a slow motion.
All in 3-D.
'cause everywhere I go, they by like "there he go"
feeling was real
Neither one of us looking for three little words
Unless those three words was "do not disturb"
Checkout was s'posed to be noon but we
1, 2, X is comin' for you
3, 4, you better lock your door
5, 6, get your crucifix
7, 8, don't stay up late
1, 2, X is comin' for you
3, 4,
I'mma die a real nigga
I'mma die a real nigga, I'mma die a real nigga
My wrist so froze, my bitch so cold, my trap so set
Got burglar bar doors and I'm
Let me tell you children that at any time
Three kings in the desert that's a real rare find, yes it is
But Herod heard of it too
And when he heard
get a ticket
Thicker than a buttermilk biscuit
Down for the get down
Want a real nigga, fuck a clown
When he pound, she don't even make a sound
to one that'll kick in your door
Put you faced down on the floor
And have your whole family wiring money from Chicago
But you a star, though
to one that'll kick in your door
Put you faced down on the floor
And have your whole family wiring money from Chicago
But you a star, though
for two or three nights
Then I put it on pause 'til the moment was right
I went away for months until our paths crossed again
She told me I was never
a shame that we die
When I was fifteen, naked, next-door neighbors did a drive-by
Pulled me up by my waist, long hair to the beach side
I wanted to go
on my brow, let's settle it now
I'mma show you how real cowboys get down
I'm polishing gold, waiting for this drama to unfold
I got a blunt rolled
I no longer know what's real anymore
In the back of my mind I have opened the door
That leads to the past & the love we once shared
I keep asking
three lines like Adidas
Got a black girl rolling off molly
Got a white bitch snorting up snow
Say she want real niggas in the party
Parents gon' leave
hood)
(The real hood, like three pair of pants)
My friends, I'll say it clear (pair of sneakers)
(My moms is busting her ass) State my case
(Nigga,
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