Lyrics:
jealous
Pour another drink at 4 am
I seek you out
Across the room
I can't remember
To be cool
Mystery ain't my friend, and I'm a fool
Tell me I'm a riot
My name is willy and
I run the city
100s and 50s
Dont care bout the 20s
Bitches they calling
But we got em plenty
City boy summer
We up by like 20
Elevate your mind twenty four seven Man you know that I’m
On the real grind
Homie that’s your bitch, why she act like mine?
(Man why?)
I
Why won't you let me be
They the Static killing shit I say allegedly
Can't do it by myself I got the GoodEye family yeah yeah
GoodEye family
20/20
that Saint both howl my name
Hindsight informed my state of grace
Ciara the calm before
We all got torn by the eye of the war
Those twenty-four months
who you are.
3man 4eva, thats my moto,
Like to think that, it has a point.
Live your life, to the fullist,
Don't be pressured, by no one.
3man 4
Back in college
I had worked a summer job
That took me to neighborhoods
I had never seen before
I never seen that kind of poor
And at four in
Flying in this car with a Panamera roof
They could tell I been a star by the shit that I've been doing
And you know he ain't get far if he saw me
Go home
I got four beers down when I hit the back nine
Four girls pass and I'm takin' my time
I got one less care and I'm on my rise
Summer 2020 ain't
I took a train to Boston and I wanted to cry
He's gone, I'm twenty-four and it's a Saturday night
I ran and took his jacket with the rip in
on the leading edge of life
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We applaud for redundant sequencers start
T-minus twenty seconds and counting
T-minus fifteen,
You could die young out here
Mess around and die before twenty one out here
Mamas stressing, seen them ratchets
In the dresser, she not asking
able to control this?
I know some fok' that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard the explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane
seems like a year has flashed by again
We build a foundation but where do we stand
When all air is water and all water is land
Twenty years later, i'm
the forensics when you walk in my shoes
I'm bad news, you niggas know the verdict, I'm filthy
Drop Phantom is milky
White on white, twenty four inch blades I'm
on the leading edge of life
(T-minus twenty-seven seconds
We applaud for redundant sequencers start
T-minus twenty seconds and counting
T-minus fifteen,
are cold like tenants
Tryin' to keep your weight up better eat that spinach
For four twenty-five niggas lives get diminished
The world serious, I'm
I just don't get it, that's our only difference
The shots I seen don't come on Insta', come in five by sixes (FOREVEROLLING)
You been a bitch but
I'm a PIMP
Nd tha copz think I'm sellin every brick
Cause I'm rollin with 20
Nd we got Aaron Neville chipz
Homeboy used to run so fast
But he ain't
umbilical cord
Warlord of rap that'll bash you with
A 2 by 4 board
And smash into your Honda Accord
With a 4 door Ford
But I'm more toward droppin'
at all of this money on me (woo)
Look at all of these twenties on me
Dirty cash (FOREVEROLLING)
Three or four awards, thirty-four stores (yeah) (woo)
like Kunta
That's why they stay down, they loyal citizens of Zamunda
By way of A-T-L, if you disagree
Don't even look at me ho, don't pass go just go
it
On if the shoe fit
Niggas always talking cash shit but
Never had a kit
I just met a plug in PR
Get him for twenty one
He told me i'm the man
blood I want it all
Working twenty-four seven, I swear to God I want it all
Fresh kicks with some money I'ma spend it all
Spend it all, I'ma spend it all
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