Lyrics:
Too bad I'm distracted by your thighs
Them hips, your lips, cherry blossom lipstick
Got me transfixed on your tits
Every time we fight you make it up by
We'll live off the street fame!
God didn't send me in the right direction
I'm gettin hit by a diesel in the intersection
I know you're out there help
(I don't think I can find a way to make it on this earth)
What's up family, yeah it's yo cousin Carl man, just given' you a call man
I know you
inclined
Or does the situation never weigh upon your mind?
Is it happiness you want, where do we begin?
Apathy and comfort, sinking lemonade and gin
I'm tryna run away but I'm fallin' down
I'm tryna find a way but I can't get out
Tryna get away but can't live without you
Live without you
I can't
up late last night
I was by myself just thinkin'
I was in the studio vibin’
I was smokin' and I was drinkin'
Thinkin' bout my father how he used
kept movin
Impossible for me give up
I was born wit the will
On the road to success so you know i can drive
Let me live my life and yes I get high
I
dreams when I just know I'm livin' the best I can
I'm out the way, I'm by myself, but think sometimes I need a friend
Put your hands up, I'm tryna get rich
myself from the fuckery
Niggas switched up and you know that shit fuck with me
Live by the code forever shit stuck with me
Just focus up cause the other
probably gonna live, but I fuckin' lied
I don't do shit lightly, I pull up and I fuckin' dive,
Creepin' in his bushes, but this shit it ain't no Fortnite, I
What are those arts?
Chiefin' on some good herb
Esco fire up
Psychedelic flow, smokin' kush by the pound
Got some girls in my condo, I'ma pimp
Yeah that's cool
Er, everything closed so we just
We might as well just go straight to the hotel
And just get some rest
Let me slide this dick up
Homies dead and I miss 'em
Rest caught up in the system
Trayvon Martin in a hoodie, MAC with a fully, I won't be a victim
Pyrex stove in
2 Unlimited
Ready, ready, ready for this
Feel the base, you just get closer
Be impressed by the words I chose of
Once again kickin' it live
a kid
Now I dwell and bid
Where all the lyricists live
I'm sitting in the spot like what?
The hands of the clock are
Melting off
Years flew by supplying
Makin' both of us targets
So I pull him, tell him on some deep shit
Try to school 'em
We already lost niggas by how we was movin'
We still livin'
But our
please nigga
Here we go - Just Blaze!
To all my niggas on the porch gettin they hair braided
Cornrowed by a L.A. bitch
And I can't forget, my niggas ridin
diamonds, tennis chain 'round my throat (icy)
Got a bad habit of lookin' behind me 'cuz in my city it's smoke
I got PSD, my house on PST, I live by EST
to ride
All your tunes'll need a tune up leave you dusty with my drive
Life's a blessing despite odds I got confessions in the vault
Seems to me the more I
on live, he sayin' that it's smoke, then come and show me
When you doin' all them drills, you gotta do it by your lonely
Niggas swear they real, they turn
with the meds
I ain't losin' sight, I just gotta keep it movin' forward
I got 9 lives it ain't really over 'till it's over
Sliding right by couldn't do
used to hate now we movin they all kinfolk
ER a family matter and none of y'all are Winslows
But y'all wins low plus y'all win slow
We fly Ws in the chi
That real to me, its so hood to me
See what you movin', you know I wanna
Lace it, hook up somewhere and exchange some fuck
Faces, first night all day
still sippin juice and gin
I get it by the pound duck dem Boyz
Movin that weight pockets on roids
Gamed up old school like a re run
Big bro told me go
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