Lyrics:
blame it on me
You can blame it on God
I got God with me
Jumping on angel’s hands
Like a trampoline
I guess my language is too complicated
For you
more
And if we fell apart we can't get up no more
Trust me it's been hard you left my heart so sore
Feel like giving up but i am not so sure
There's love
They say it's just a matter of time
And if I had my way then you would be mine
She fuck with small town niggas, I got bigger dreams (bigger dreams,
started getting too close
So I stay with my guys that been by my side
'Cause I know they gon' ride 'til the car can't drive
New drip, had to pick up
runner
I been going crazy on the beat for like two summers
And my city it done caught more bodies than Fort Sumter
I got three cookies in two og's and four
hard, and I can't look back for nothing
I want it just me and you, just let me know if you gone ride or not
Stick by my side, all through the night
When I
Uh, addicts arise, when I arrive
In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise
Fat sack of knives in the passenger side, bitch
Reach for
lonely (by my lonely)
I had to make a couple bands by my lonely (by my lonely)
Fuck nigga, I don't wanna be your homie (for real)
Yeah, Speaker
fun
Me, I kill them with kindness
So much, make a backstabber
Want to suicide
I got you thinking huh
Well, if it fit the shoe size
Lord of flies spy guy
black brown First Nation
mujeres
We been doing this for ages
For my sisters locked in cages
Women that didn't get to make it
Killed by police left bloody
down
You really been on top of the world
But your head too far in the clouds
What’s the point in coming back down
If I’m really not willing and able,
worried about lead
I'll let it spread, go ahead
I'm focused on getting us fed
No not the feds
And if they want me
It's gone be for something that I covered
after page
I fill them with hate
It's all inclusive
Peep my desire an determination
For this music
I been making these moves on top of these moves
Peep
I'm blowing indoor selling crystal out the ride
A real hustler keep that digit by my side
Lord please let me live another day
I'm running last bitch
Lil Wayne's the president
Fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em, even if they celibate
I know the game is crazy, it's more crazy than it's ever been
I'm
Lil Wayne's the president
Fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em, even if they celibate
I know the game is crazy, it's more crazy than it's ever been
I'm
fast pay
And don't ask me for shit when it get real, that's my last favor
Can't cry now 'cause I'ma laugh later
Girl, you had the nerve to write that
I get good news and you the first one I wan' tell it to
My shorty, my rider, I'm telling you
Come on, I'm outside, it's a bet with you
With you by my
the time I think it's time for dinner
Pork chops mash potatoes shit bout to slap
Threw it up had to dip her cooking was trash
Had to call Tega man get me
closer to the edge
almost falling off a building 'im dangle by a thread and my fingers gettin' loosie
If my past was any different my future be a given
my
of the air
If my wings should fail me, Lord
Oh please meet me with another pair
Well, well, well, so I can die easy
Well, well, well, so I can die easy
Dickson
She wish she had me
Under lock and key
Need my money promptly
So she bring it to me
Gotta get your own bitch, this dick ain't free
I'm only covering
you gain back's double its size
Negative relations and me, no we don't have ties
Cold are my thoughts when I'm on my dark side
It's like a part of me
amount of cheddar makes my brain slow
Yea its different weather but a nigga in the same boat
Said I was searching for some help with all my hope lost
But
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