Lyrics:
Brodie known to walk up on them niggas fuck a drive by
Jump up in that water and for you you only knee high
Petty shopping askin for a dime but not a 3.5
(fam)
Hit the wall, drop ceiling fans (uh)
Listen boy, man I show you how to fill a van
Up with killers, man, and line the trunk
Keep a stash box for
(fam)
Hit the wall, drop ceiling fans (uh)
Listen boy, man I show you how to fill a van
Up with killers, man, and line the trunk
Keep a stash box for
I got lines like a rake my nigga, raking cash in by any means, for my sake nigga
Shit I meant my sanity, fuck I meant my family, I can’t beat around
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks and the drugs
It's the T.I.P,
did when they walked out my life
I had to go and double check and it turns out im right
Im tired of seeing fake shit get out my sight
Walk by faith, not
in the pockets and wealthy inside i always say
girls will be boys, boys will be girls
until all this confusion destroys the whole world
don't hate me
the police
Cause out here, the heart has got a heat
And we live by any means in Chicago streets
TK, Van Go, what up fool
I appreciate it bro
Louis, what up
from the hood I'm chasin' dough boy
Trying not to end up like tre's old boy
Soul lyrics check cause I am dope boy
Trying not to fall for the trap 'cause
with Chris Martin my DJ
Not the white boy, but I'm down for the Coldplay
Forever stay violent, better stay silent
Hammers stay hummin'
Like strummin'
for them coupes but we dyin' by the gun
Missed his court date, now my nigga on the run
Big shit poppin' in his pocket like a lighter
Shit bag leave
hawkin
Out on the strip, until I reach the margin
Not tryin to meet the Seargeant, at the precinct
Eatin cheese sandwiches, down for the weekend
Locked
'cause I don't see the same face
I see a broken nigga trying to make people smile
I see a broken nigga that's been gone for a while
But still in pain
I see
a fuck.
Chances are usually not good
'Cause I freeze with my hands on a hot hood.
And gettin' jacked by the you-know-who.
When in a black and white
they grew
Who would've thought we'd get this fire from a 5'9 Jew
I'm moving out and moving up in the world, this the best that I've heard, the 808s is
something man
So at that point what else could you ask for?
Tears running down a nigga face
In a room full of failures I feel out of place
Still
Indigo that's who next up
Walk out the trap wit birds and my chest up
Palm on my strap
Anybody wanna step up
Hit you in the back
Bitch I'm aiming for
the same
This world is cold
Everybody I know be trying to take
My place up in this game
You won awards and not bringing no battles
The body would die by
'cause they riches ain't like my riches
A yo, I'm Murphey Lee the school boy
The civilized jewel boy
I got not one, two, three, four, five, but six
heat when you leave out
Rule four, don't rush nigga ease out
(Take it all you need me)
And rule five fall or die
Cop that shit that the ballers buy
deserve to die
You house of cards will fall apart
When you're all alone, no place to call home
I'll be waiting in the dark
X sends his regards
Cut out your
that's a
'Cause originally I had in mind, I was like
Yo, we do like five, six joints
I figured the TV show was gonna come out
Right, right, right
We
Not in it for the money
But I know that I've gotta pay
Love's gonna getcha
But only when I letcha
And I don't wanna turn away
Why can't the boys
Not in it for the money
But I know that I've gotta pay
Love's gonna getcha
But only when I letcha
And I don't wanna turn away
Why can't the boys
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