Lyrics:
(How's your love life?)
Yo, look
Me and bro might hop out the four by four
We don't care about law, with the mask and gloves
Young bad boys,
tryna get paid for the potion
Top notch, the killer with the Rolex watch
With many karats, step up on the stage and straight tear it
Into pieces, ain't
a neechie go stupid and dumb cuz that's how we do where I'm from
No, no, I don't live by the gun but yet I still love to shotgun
Like Metro don't trust you,
straight, and your mind on your
Mail
Live your life like mine, you might end up in jail yeah
'Cause you say you sold drugs, that don't make you
You see me in the middle of a conversation?
Don't interrupt
I'm a cut you (hey)
You know just who it is
Straight up out the hood and still
So
straight, and your mind on your
Mail
Live your life like mine, you might end up in jail yeah
'Cause you say you sold drugs, that don't make you
my lines
Hold up, respect the architect
Digital rollin', my whole crew roll with VS
Type to master this whole universe in three steps
We stretch
God
Came straight to the spot he was praying
Oh, Cornelius! Acts 10 in verse 3
The angel said Peter must come to your home
Makin' lunch in the afternoon
block three in the morning, waking the hood up
Crawling purple passion, up in my cup
I-10 to 71, mash the gas to Austin
Chrome glossing, big bossing
a video and let me keep it
You see I'm only doing it to show you I'm true
Nobody better gettin wetter just by huggin you
Screamed out I'ma end up lovin you
either play
Sports or rhyme sell crack or dimes poor and black back of the line
Got to have a little esperanza to get by baby hold your head up high
Young hot nigga they can tell they can tell
Yea I'm on fire yea bitch what's that smell
Straight gasoline like I'm sponsored by shell
Came from
By/
Kevin Hart in Jumanji, our stature's too small to respect, we’re just backpack guys/
Honor, Honor, Honor, Honor
Say “Your Honor, TyRaiD Sama”
straight from this date
What I'm offering can't be gathered in a collection plate
For collection sake bring your tithes in the store house
We survive when
to the rescue
I’m walking past a house on Nether Street
When all of a sudden the whole of the second floor goes up in flames
Little tommy’s on his own today
I gotta get up off of my ass - if I
Think I'm a have me alittle bit of cash
Cause ain't nobody gon'give me shit
So I'm runnin these streets like
in they eyes when I
Speak, and I know as I pass by, yeah
That life is a bitch and I’m fuckin' her
Raw and it’s straight in the backside, yeah
I make
Let's stir things up and seek the truth
ride the train into the pleasure booth
I loved you dearly when my mind was straight
you prepped the hook and I
Meet Eddie, twenty-three years old
Fed up with life and the way things are going
He decides to rob a liquor store
(I can't take this no more, I can't
But nevermind that old money, I'm tryna get a new buck
Buy the nubuck, fresh size 12
And ain't nobody help me - we did it by ourselves
Inspiring
Wall, with the wood out my grill
I can do a girl wrong, and she goin' be by me still
I can get caught cheating on my feet, maybe she will
Never leave,
underground gangsta shit
All the Hoovers, the ese's, the Bloods and Crips
Straight up and down like the hands on the twelve and the six
They gon' be testin'
Ones not enough for you,
Two is too late, T
Three you have in the bag.
I made your phone ring, at 4 in the morning,
You answered and started
heavy straight rum no coke.
After three or four, you head toward the floor.
Stupid move.
You should've took the door.
Step by step.
We're
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