Lyrics:
Burning incense in your apartment
Shorty got no sense in the commitment department
So I left her with nothing I was home making my music
She was out
a hater say
Got 20 in the bezel face
Another 30 in the safe
Just for a rainy day
Keep the 40 by the waist
Some people love to hate
Pocket filled with
this was grass rooted,
Solid as brass,
I’m doin music,
Could of been a fugitive,
A young, stupid, immature hooligan,
Exiled from the hood,
And get
in recession
Everybodys kind of hesitant
Not playing by the rules
Nobody likes to lose
And when I stick and move
Know it Not About You
Hey hey hey
Im
I been by myself lately but that's all i need though
Say she got a new man but that guy ain't me though
Different between me and him, they want
by the angels
You can go watch a nigga on a
Cable or go make it big
That's what make 'em hate you
You got a bet, put it on the table
I made a lot
Trippin' by myself, I'm almost lost count I Count 40,000, Why you have to count me Out
La Familia we the bros, Never seen a Drought Bad bitch, Like
trillionaire by the time I'm forty
Treat him like they circles
Gif around me if you do not know me
Even for this music shit, you hatin' me, don't claim we
40 Hours two weeks, put that work in yeh
Clock out, head home, speakers burstin' yeh
Arizona on my toe, f**** birken yeh
Cherry dynamite sweet, weed
they Making a clone
Glock Forty four when I move like The president
Bulletproof Car like Obama
Spinning in tints what the fuck is A Honda
Long neck
been mistreated by their fair share of Christians
The same ones telling me that I can't make this music explicit
Fuck with my clique you get that heater
You already know
It's that big RcR
Wagwan son
YUNG mage
Let's go
A yo son been hustler
Drippin in that Ralph Lauren
Grippin 40's Turnin boys to men
master, welcome to my dojo
If music na force, i be admiral for Navy
I for don blow, people wey for help me dey envy woop
When I'm on the street, fans turn
killed her kid somehow.
A preacher stole some money from the church, over 50k. Another preacher killed by side chick around 8 today.
Cops surrounded around
Wasn't even tryna fly
23 degrees and 40 feet up in the air
See we surrounded by the shit
Still we preoccupied
Don't mind if I-
Breathe a little life into
Chicks into cheap thrills
Alcoholics smoking gasoline weed lets build
Feel the beat hit your spine
When it slams you
Take a swig of the 40 and spark up
Now pop that clutch and shift it
I'm hoping you don't miss it, this here is target practice
I'm asking, "What good are beats by Dre if you can't grasp
a neighbor in peace
I'd treat her like a drug house and bang like the police
Now at the crib the lights are dim, the music is soft
I said, "You know what
"Catches bullets with his teeth? Nigga
Please" "The secret await's eyes
Unclouded by ambition" "What?"
"Those who are bound by desire
See only that
is running in place that's why I move by myself. Confidence on my face forty five on my belt I'm the greatest alive, Did it all by myself.
It's a thin
he say in his music (Frankie)
That boy a bitch, pickin' and choosin' (grrah, rrah)
Smokin' on who? What is you doin'? (Baow, baow, baow)
Almost
Basinski and Bill Gates
Are out to kill you
Sneak up on them demons and
Crash the tea party
Then it's wrong at 3: 39 but
Was gone by 3: 40, so
When
to even toss in the back
especially when you broke, livin off the scratch
You see it all comes down to the love for music
Short fuse, determinin how well we
it, map it, we can score
it, I need three guns, and a soldier to stand
by the door wit. No bullshit, I loaded up my
lyrics and two shotties
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