Lyrics:
wit' myself, or ballin' wit' my crew
The skies is lookin' cloudy or Bahama water blue
I got that money on my mind, so tell me what it do
And if you
tellin you, ya know?)
Aiyyo
Never in a million years I'll imagine I'll get my thrills
By listening to squeals of PJ wheels
As we land I duck down, I
isn't but you're wrong
Words on the back of flyers
My clothes are in the dryer
It means nothing, nothing is changing
La familia is dead and gone
mind begins to wander
To the days back on the farm
I can see my father smiling at me,
Swingin' on his arm
I can hear my grand-dad's stories
It's gotten crazy as a heart attack
At a rich girl's party but I'm stuck out back
I'm locked outside, inside my mind
I've got to know, is this my
get rich by the day
Speaking to you as a OG young
Nigga, get your mind right
You'll see young nigga i'ma keep it real
I'm what you wanna be young nigga
old chum!
Come to the cabaret!
And as for me
And as for me
I made my mind up back in Chelsea
When I go I am going like Elsie
Start by admitting
life.
Now my mind begins to wander
To the days back on the farm.
I can see my father smiling at me,
Swinging on his arm.
I can hear my granddad's
things I've been through [Ahhhhhhhh, ah ah Ahhhhhhh]
But by the grace of God i scale through (Eli jah, I scaled through, rescue) [Ahhhh, ahh ahhhhhhh]
Back
The way that she postered the hurt that a woman carries
My mother abused young
Like all of the mothers back where we from
SSI bury family members
column, didn't have to cook a rock
A damn goodie two-shoes, that what they call ya
Never judge a person or a book by it's covers
Just because my tone is
walking down the road
I thought she passed at me while I was staring from afar
Or is my young mind just wishing
I don't know why
She keeps on passin' me by
in the big rigs
Now I've come back home to plan my next move
From the comfort of my Aunt Faye's couch
When I see my little cousin Janine walk
you are
Notify your next of kin
'Cause you're never coming back
I've been dropping beats since Back in Black
And we'll paint by numbers
'Til
to this
All my bitches get together, go crazy to this
And throw that back, throw that back
Don't be scared, bitch throw back
This dick right here is
worry, my nigga, get part of the clip
So I got it right back (right back)
By the way, way that it's going down, it's been going up
I can't hold nothing
Fresh out the county, shoes with no laces
Plastic bag carryin', no two paces
iPhone, belt by Gucci
Bands with loose change and some car keys
closer, got up on my toes,
Two men in front of me were coming to blows
The man was saying something 'bout children when they're young
Being sacrificed
Chivits from a fancy crystal glass
A young ambitions eight piece pot band a pushin' at my ass
While we're singin' for the money I think back to the start
shit? All 'cause some lame nigga tweet that shit?
Have you seen my shows? Have you seen my hoes?
If I wasn't hot would they be so thick?
Guess not, got
I gave a girl a ride in my wagon
She crawled in and took control
She was tired 'cause her mind was a dragging
I said get some sleep and dream
tongue
I'll tell you now my name, my name is Young
But so you think that it's your destiny
To get the best of me, but I suggest to be
Quiet, bro', don't
Shit expensive, gotta watch the way you shake my hand
I make the Richie match the Virgil, I just changed the band
They killed my daddy, I was five
Gonna lay my burden down
Lay my body in the ground
Cold clay against my skin
But I don't care at all
Can't seem to find my piece of mind
So
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