Lyrics:
fine, like “take a picture, it might last the summer”
I told her I never texted her back, because I lost my phone wit'er number
It was a crazy night,
white and rose gold
She walkin' 'round my penthouse in my Versace robe
Since a juvenile I stuck to the G code
Servin' out the kitchen but I never
but you let it go by, yee
I was just fucked up, I was just down, down bad
I had to tighten the fuck up, but I'm here for the crown, crown (oh, shit)
little nigga, tell em
How you do the shit, how you kill lil niggas
Meek put me in a battle, quick 10 g's
Rode in a black Bentley member
I had a 10 speed
bread you still my 1st dog
When shit ain't right and it go left you still my 1st call
We had some better days shit some days we had worse dog
Still kept
I heard the voice of St Peter say “The forecast is grim”
(I say “the voice of” cuz I couldn't see him, though I'm sure it was him)
He said “Wouldn’t
Razkals Naughty By Nature
They had Delinquent Habits with a Gravediggaz Flava
And a Lighter Shade of Brown Dru took us Down
To a Digital Underground where
a lot of s**t I never told
Chase a bag and stick to the code
I don't understand how n***s fold
A lot of niggas wasn't raised by da code
I don't
energy bad vibes n****s lonely
If the foreign ain't fast .... I don’t own it
N****s hype on old s**t I been had
Selling art for the low i used to weigh
Hey, when I think about all my time and all my struggle
Through all my grindin' and all my troubles
Man, I came up from nothin', all I had was
do whatever they pleased
Never had a nine to five, but still clocked g's
Harold reuben, freewood ave would make a man of them too
And he thought, yeah
Mama talking bout give her a hug, s**t I need somebody to show me love
I was out there getting shot at with thugs,I ain't had nobody tell me nothing
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
to mess with
Let the TEC lift, direct chest hit, melt your necklace
For instance, you just a henchmen, on tough soil (what?)
A follower never had heart,
to mess with
Let the TEC lift, direct chest hit, melt your necklace
For instance, you just a henchmen, on tough soil (what?)
A follower never had heart,
me feel
Yeh man hot head never chill
We weren't broke dog we did it for thrill
I been in juvenile trips to them places
Adult jail too locked the cages
kindling dreams, and never get the friendship
Or else by the time the stress wears out we'll both be dead and friendless
play you close
Stick to ropes you gotta bob and weave
This where i began nigga
Hood know i'll never leave
I'm by the corner store
20 On 4 and a lil sada
just a juvenile delinquent.
So I was gone, and I'm on my way home,
my momma's going to get me, and I flee with (???).
She puts a jacket on my
Khalifa
Hollow tips hot like a fever
You need me more than I need you
Peanut butter inside like Reese
At granny crib, sitting by the peach tree
This getting
Reminiscing 'bout the pass
And a nigga had it fucked up
Tough years of being locked up
First bid juvenile kid locked up
Time passed on got my weight up
Parole
all I had was a hustle
With a blindfold trying to find pieces to the puzzle, no muzzle
I tell it like it is, that's that, right or wrong, I'm a call
They always told me to never judge a book by its cover
If you was a better book, why you ain't gotta better cover
Ooh Look at you
Maybe its more
Flossin' diamonds flashin' red beams
My squad like the S.W.A.T. team
Security areas scopin' I'm with the Fourteen
By any means cream rules everything
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