Lyrics:
back home, take care of my lil' one
When it's time to ride, I'm like fuck makin' a diss song
Went and bought a Wraith just for somethin' for us to sit
cold
And she smell I get money, she tell by my odor
They say that the Lexus a fancy Toyota
But them niggas mad because they not the owner
I got some
malnourished
In a place where social status is determined by commerce
And money is god he's thinking of turning a convert
All he has is his nap sack and his
you sleep tonight?
But oh yeah, that’s right, old Dude cross the way says he’ll take care of you if you’ll let him and his boys beat tonight.
If you
on queue
I think I had vision
Last night in my dream
The devil tried to visit
He didn't like me
My mind is going livid
From all the things that I've seen
I
I'm gon do by myself
Me and yung kir don't need nobody else
Shoot from long range but don't call me no steph
He bleeding out better check on his health
Mountain skies
I got me a woman back home
She gave me a baby, too
And she stands by my loving side and
Does anything I ask her to
It's a lonesome feeling
shit I got my black forces on
This nigga said my name inside his song it won't be long before he gone
Bitch I'm a man I stand on everything I say like
(G Smasha on the track)
You know
I've been your day once since you was five years old bruh
You're the first person I met here
He knew he had what it
a greeting from a friend
Red is the color of farewell
Old Red he died
And every single landlord in the district cried
An empty bottle of whiskey laying by his
the same
This world is cold
Everybody I know be trying to take
My place up in this game
You won awards and not bringing no battles
The body would die by
just trying to stick to the path, trust in the Lord 'cause he paved the way
Gotta go run me up a couple bags, ball like LeBron when I hit the J (swish)
is full
He knows where he belongs
So he steps aboard that lovely train
And he whistles his favorite song
And as he sleeps
He dreams of all
to rap about it
I guess, I often write a song by my formula
Which is 3 verses followed by 3 choruses
But never open going, yo, yo
When I hear a rapper do
the homestretch
But our path is just staring
We went to a movie now we're gonna break up
But I haven't told you
Cause the walk's 40 minutes
It's black on the water
like skateboard P what sad song?
But what we had, we let drag on
Need an clean slate, Yu-Gi-oh that's black hole
Ok it was Dark Hole
We're an sell by
Modelo can in my hand, I hit a bogey
While a whole generation ain't seen their potency
Been filling rooms with sad songs and self-loathing
So this
soft touch
Wish i could turn back time
And tell you im not done
I know i did what i did
But it isnt what you think
I promise i honestly had no one by my
couldn't rap
You finna get the old me no holdin back
Disturb a nigga when he hungry get a smack
I've been holdin back for way too long
Waitin on
Something
The day my Dad bought my first guitar was a day I won’t forget
That old blue wooden six string, came with a tag and all its ends
He put me in
on me like Frodo
I stay tied like bolo
In your house like Momo
I
Can't be bothered with a nigga who say he don't like my shit
Hit the dark web for some
couldn't even look up to my dad
So at 17 years old, I was out here clutchin', hmm, yeah, I was ready to get active
Then I had my momma crying
Right around
Worn out, frazzled, taking too long
Same old words and the same old song
Lookin for a man that used to live up here
I can still see him even though
bunny
Just a love to call me honey late at night
In my arms, by my side, in my arms late at night
But I don't know, I ain't been told
Ev?rybody wants
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