Lyrics:
drop, detecting where the Hot respecting
Guys hide the next king, I'll box and X em
Put a GOAT to sleep, It's Sheep Narcolepsy
Told me theirselves
Austyn
Hand in my pocket and my
Fingers on the trigger
Walk Fulton mall like a Fulton street nigga
Still by my fronts off of Fulton street
Nigga gabby got
go Five Guys
Had his stupid looking ass on Fox 5
Two-two shots in a .22, hit his ass up two times like wham, bam
Your bitch ass go chicken, we go
Every raw material at hand
Remember all the things you said you'd do?
?
What happens next?
What happens now?
What happens next?
And the need
store got robbed
Yellow tape was the moon every night on the block
Surrounded by the stars them dirty cars
Dreadlocks in the grill try to camouflage
liquor store got robbed
Yellow tape was the moon every night on the block
Surrounded by the stars, them dirty cars
Dreadlocks in the grill try
approve
One who keeps tearing around
One who can't move
Where are the clowns
Send in the clowns
Just when I'd stopped opening doors
Finally knowing
of Hearts
Backstage the girls were playin' five-card stud by the stairs
Lily had two queens and she was hopin' for a third to match her pair
Outside
AND CARLY WALKS
INTO SAME HALL AND ROLLS HER EYES.
SAM: AND WHAT AM I AGAIN?
KID: PRETTY AND SWEET.
SAM: THANK YOU. NOW THE NEXT TIME…
CARLY INTERUPTS BY
going trampling the malls
Brick by brick until Babylon fall
Good to see you niggas onto somethin’ other than the C.R.E.A.M.
Damn, thought y’all forgot
She comes inside,
been playing football
with the guys,
She's all highfives
And dirty footprints on the floor
Next thing I know she's hanging out
Read the paper this morning, flipped open the page
Recognized the photo next to a familiar name
A guy I went to high school with in eleventh grade
Was
This that 10/10, wet wet, warm warm
This is that your man don't wanna go home
This that gift by the door when I go home
Must have mistook me for one
let's go, don't stop, come on)
Put your two-way next to mine, baby, hit me anytime
You and me behind closed doors, oh wooh (yo, just make sure you lock
let's go, don't stop, come on)
Put your two-way next to mine, baby, hit me anytime
You and me behind closed doors, oh wooh (yo, just make sure you lock
man, went from that to makin a livin
Rightous willin, the only thing supreme swimmin
And proceed, to not smoke weed around the seed
It's the new way,
call
Hit up Vick for sum of my dogs
And they handle it all
Gettin’ bread by the loaf
Then spend it in malls
Get it back
Stack them checks
I’m investing
call
Hit up Vick for sum of my dogs
And they handle it all
Gettin’ bread by the loaf
Then spend it in malls
Get it back
Stack them checks
I’m investing
made up
Sounds a lot like a set-up
Involving getting it back in blood
This is what you asked for
I'm not the girl next door
It's hurting you to your core
memories, it rings a bell
That was freshman year
Said I’d drop a tape by the next year
You was the first I told ain't that crazy, huh
All that stress really
Next thing you know, we tip-toeing past enemy lines
Diss me so long ago, we makin' your memories fly
Conspiracy theories start floatin' around like
to see and do
If you play it cool
Don't fuck it up
Do something right
For once in your life
Leave your pride at the door
Promise you ain't that type of guy
Started from nothing so I feel like I'm that guy for real
Can't quit my hustle that ain't something that the guys'll feel
Losing everyone so quick
these actors
I'm offended by these ring-tone rappers
We tired of that foolishness
Getting over, make it worse for the next
Then try to brainwash my people
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