Lyrics:
I ain't saying what we did was right by any means
I'm just going back in time without a time machine
Every now and then
I reminisce about the past
You can feel the summer comin' by the sweat on your brow
Found a summer fling I wanna ask her out
There's so much fun that we could have around here
holdin
When that pressure coming in yea we know yo ass is folding
And Yes I ran it up again you know that I am goated
I like making fun of him because his
the form
We keep on holdin' on, what we have is strong
I ain't afraid to get lost cuz I'm where I belong
I told her
Baby I got more than a thing for ya
I
money, big trophies - that's what we playin for
cll that possession time y'all had and y'all can't score?
C'mon son, possession nine tenths of the law
So
cares, like does her hair and nails
Model on Maybelline, we were goin' places
Big dreams, college, me a way to get out
A chance to provide a life
She came
blues
Big man stepper
It's best man move
Top shelf packs
I found my groove
Kiss my mum
Check on my hip
For my gun
Shit bout to
Pack by the ton
Madness
anti-social way before I caught covid
I'm thinking about crashing out even that i'm holy
I'm talking to God like he my big homie
I'm by myself on this island
I
hear you Benjamin too loud
Holdin money stacks like a phone
Hisaditty when I'm blowin on the loud
Eyes glued when I walk up in the room
I'm stand-in out
calls, bring the pros out
Badu, Bonnie, Hydro, no doubt
We get nasty like niggas in sandals with the toes out
You know Deez is down to click off eights
"By
control of your destiny
Big money we foldin' while I'm holdin' you next to me
Speak off in ya ear and spit this knowledge that I got for you
Ya see I can
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
When you down and you out, they ain't showin' up
Elevated gang, how we goin' up
Too fast, I ain't never
If it ain't Z, it can't be, dumb nigga
Y'all know what the fuck goin' on
Big Z, 26, 13 season
LLWolph, fuck nigga
26, 13 shit, fuck nigga
He
Little light guys with little white lies
We takin' out cash and flippin' big white pies
You rather run wild with your 9 mil. slant
You watchin'
Bring it in, can you feel, it can you feel it
It's all about the money, baby
Big Eightball straight up out the south to you
Honey coated money fool
Avoiding the commotion if it's smoke then we gone air it out
We can keep it cordial ain't no truces wit the other side
Big shit like cod we riding deep we
before I'd arrived
Half a margarita, have a little dance
Let's fine dine the demons and
Give peace a chance
On a Tuesday in August
I was holdin' your
the team, where I'm sliding, by my lonely
Get my paper straight, so I'm stompin' on the gas
Aimin' for the medals, we ain't cool with comin' last
More
say they want it however they want it
We give out special delivery
Boy you fuck niggas gotta be kidding me
I'm big dog and you niggas is centipedes
cold like Chicago wind chill
Keep small faces right along with the big bills
Ride fourteen seven's all the way to the big wheels
Can't sit still I be
*"hey" repeated throughout the Intro and Chorus*"
[Intro - Classified - talking]
My word, ha!
[Chorus - Cuts by DJ Jorun] - w/ ad libs
"We don't
at night, arrested by sheriff
Embarrassed, handcuffed, go to jail in your drawers
and all of this because his wife tried to put the knife to his balls
dozen
Big mounds yeah
They'll bound to catch it too
We knew who ran the lick
And there day is coming soon
You gotta watch your back
I know I'm watchin
Holdin' up the chief, I politic for the streets
Black Gold leakin', it's prominence at it's peak
Dominance for the weak, who's eager for me to speed
My
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