Lyrics:
last night saying I ain't got no where to stay
So I keep it real
You can pull up if you ain't with them
I step out im with my killy's
I might do
all strength when it hit drastic
Now wounds burn deep like acid
Big dreams stuck in a bad habit
So bro I'm a grind like times limited
And I ain't gon
the gun but die by it
But the worst thing your best friend
Behind the trigger tryna pull it
I went through it all, been there and done it
On the Front Ave
music only
At least you'll get something out of it
I could come out to the public
But my parents ain't all about it
Living through Kevin and Tyler
If I
keep it contained
You crave
You crave the thing I saved
Full plate for ya
Ya
If it's all the same
I'll go crazy crazy
If it's about my baby
That's mine
That ninja ain't shit
He can't buy no whips He ain't riding with tints
Your ninja ain't this
I buys all my shit fuck a loan what it is
That ninja
absorbed it
So don't blame me for the caution
Cause I ain't trying to get lost, no
I cannot afford it
Nah, this is not my love song
I mix my magic 'til
the realest
We ready to blow
We so fly
They gon ride
Took a chance and I hopped in
If it ain't at the top no option
We really out living
They watching yuhhh
day
I'm finding it out this year even if we couldn't take the loss
We're still reflecting on what we can take away can't be troubled by it
Time running
gon' come for your top
Yeah, when you doin' you, they don't like that shit
I hold it down for the clique, with the types of grit
G-Malone CD playin',
Tom Ford, Moncler, It's all yours
What, what, what - tss
No you can't see me cause a nigga outer space
Took a trip to Cali took a trip out to LA
By
and it won't be long (keep your eyes on us)
One of these days and it won't be long (yeah, yeah, yeah, Deck)
I'm from the home where the buffalo roam
and shmacking Kwik Trip ice cream
And I ain't even try
You just jealous of the game
And how it's played
You got shitty aim
You stay chasing fame
Your soul is
thing
Ima get to it i aint gotta be seen
Ima get straight when everything else lean
Ima get right no matter how shit seems
Ima eat till this mother fucker
me, he gon' have your Mother stressed, youngin
I suggest you just stay blessed, Youngin
I have you calling for help, SOS On it
Now let's press on it, I
through traffic
Rush hour G-T Bent' roof is absent
Ya bitch present wit' the music blasting
And she keep asking, "How it shoot if its plastic?"
I tell
through traffic
Rush hour G-T Bent' roof is absent
Ya bitch present wit' the music blasting
And she keep asking, "How it shoot if its plastic?"
I tell
senseless
So in this life I lead, I stay protected
By God, my squad, and this thing in my palm
Now all my hustlin' motherfuckers, get your money, sing
on a whole different page
Swear I don’t ever take breaks
I gotta run these mother fucking bands up
All this cash in my pocket girl I swear it’s hard to Hold my
when you think about it in the end
Cause ain’t a single thing that happened is coincidence
I got a lot to say so I won’t even hook the middle
I tried
My guess you need to head West (if you're foolin')
Thought we'd fall for your phoniness you're (only foolin')
Yourself, thought you were down, it
The world is yours just take your time with it
Get up, go out, and let your grind get it
Slow down
Times changing, money motivate 'em different now
I
'm fucking with
My moms threw that snow in her nose, but I would hustle it
Champ hoodie, Mongoose with the bags
Clap your stoop up, hit moms duke in her
to ride
Cause when you down and look around
Nobody on your side
And if I tell you I love you nigga I mean it
A nigga tired of stressing I'm tired
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