Lyrics:
Yeah
He was the most handsome in a class of twenty-two
And he knew it early on so his confidence kept growing
By thirteen he had been with every
Kravitz
You blocking but not Dikembe
I'm blocking out what my friends say
I'm knocking the KRK
I'm spock wit a bit of Jay
Inspired by tracks like Grindin
It's been a while since I truly had a good reason to smile
Maybe 10 years ago or so, when I was still a child
'Cause lately, all I been dealing with
robbed or sent to jail, or maybe
even getting her arm broke by some sadistic fool out the suburbs, right
And then she gets all that money and then she
shit for 10 seconds of me and you
I guess this rap shit I should see it through
I admit I struggle when I think of you
Aye, think of little shit we used
sliding and bad
Nigga i was raised by gorillas wasn't no crying to dad
But why your gunman had it on him shit went down and he ain't shoot
You'll killa
Slangin' flows like crack
Shit ain't really what it seem
Gotta manifest dreams
Get money by any means
Nothing getting in between
She got
Barry on her nose
What's done
Any chance I quit at ten
I stop at twenty
Multiplied by three
Psych
More to see like O M E
I have a complex God but
Never use His name in
doin'
Like am I doin' it right
It can be hard to live life
When you feel like you're surrounded by eyes
Surrounded by the people that look up to you & it
and cheese
We never got degrees, ayy
I sold a thousand P's (P's)
Yeah, I got the keys (I got the keys)
Don't play by the rules
Lay low and I plot my
letting me know my times finish
Too many things to talk about to fit in 10 minutes
Now im heading to my cell where I’ll be chillin reminiscing, pictures
That's why I got to keep a fucking nine because they want me dying
But fuck it though because tonight yeah we getting live
Pop two perk tens you can tell
hier 10K Wert an Flaschen (10K)
Das ist eine Menge, frag' mich, wie viel kann mein Herz verkraften? (Ja)
Platzt, er hat alle meine Uhren beschlagnahmt
Still swing with machete
That's long as Paul Pierce
Let's talk about it, South side, cracks by the sewer
Hustle with my uncle, one- oh- seven got
L:'s, I'ma live by the shit
They say life get hard, so I gotta grip
I'm tryna hard, not to spin in a whip
Man, I'm makin' hits with no features
Push up,
all the people that eat Shit, and get back up, just to do it Again
We started off good about 10 a Clock
With my homie all day we a Laughing stock
Cross
rejected my calls
It is what it was I accept all my flaws
Living life by the grace of God gotta beat the odds, gotta beat the odds!
I'm alive but I ain't
the sun up, be ready to flee
Yo Lord, tell em where you be
Lord Tariq:
Catch me in the Bronx on cosy, surrounded by thug niggas
No love
back by never being honest
When I'm on the the throne already know they ain't gon' be the fondest
My name will be in their mouth more than their
buy?
Eighteen and ten chains, boy, I been fly all my life
Drug dealer by choice, I don't need your advice, nah, I need a Rolls Royce
The weed stay
sounds
Trust me, I know
I've been writing almost 10 years and nobody knows
To extend to the public a private piece of your soul
In hopes that this
Lil niggas claim that they're talking the hardest
Wouldn't even get booked for the gigs by their fathers
Out here tryna live the life of an artist
score
When my nigga shoot I know they finna score
My niggas shoot I know they finna
My niggas shoot I know they finna hit it
I just had to run it by for
na stopa chłopak
Ten najdzikszy który znałeś z bajek
Jak przeżyłem się żegnałem chociaż
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