Lyrics:
You could die young out here
Mess around and die before twenty one out here
Mamas stressing, seen them ratchets
In the dresser, she not asking
on the track bitch)
(Boom)
Before the cops come
Run nigga run from the shotgun
Young nigga dumb
And he got one
Got a white man’s daughter in they hot tub
Run
with a desk, feet dangling in a shark pool
(Man please) man please
My name stands for my being
And my being stands for the woman who stood
And braved
eighty
Grand opened that baby on one of first dates
A charmed mystique in the whole place
When you exit route two,
Its the way the sky and the earth
tower
And coaches nowhere
It's 3 o'clock in the morning
Bruh we ain't sleep, we ain't yawning
My hungry ass trying to get on man
I'm up past 3 o'clock up in Oakland
disappear
Bitch if I want it I take I'm tryna be great that's something you cannot erase
Drafted my team by the bank so we in the ranks
ATM is bouta break
See
grand
All she wanna do is ride suburb vans
Put her ass on the leather and rub my wood
See we got boppers in Texas
So her body look good
I let the thugs
Theories are nearly insane, bleary
? surely by years of the same gears
It's weird to the same ears whose careers
Is to aim spears at the gears in
I ain't tryna get in no trouble
She said I rock like rubble
And I've been doing bits but I keep tings subtle
You man are clowns, you juggle
Number
Actually, they been callin' me the movie man
Cuz I put one in and smoke as much as I can
It's a touch of some gan with a little bit of sour
And some
feelin' on me
I pipe at his in the dark
Diamonds high vis in the dark, aye
I had to swim with the sharks
High fashion drip like the ocean on me
Baby just
calorie
her man will get his cavalry
and straight turn the town to a shootin' gallery
chorus - off his life, to get in good with the bosses wife,
Self made
Gotta handle your own
I'mma handle mine
They tried and tell me I don't fit up in this motha fucka
'Cause Rozay been talkin' white he
Griselda by Fashion Rebels
My grand-ma and your grand-ma were sit-tin' by the fire.
My grand-ma told your grand-ma: "I'm gon-na set your flag on fire."
Talk-in' 'bout, Hey
My grand-ma and your grand-ma were sit-tin' by the fire.
My grand-ma told your grand-ma: "I'm gon-na set your flag on fire."
Talk-in' 'bout, Hey
the man who was your friend?
Hang on to your woman if you got one
Remember in El Paso, once, you shot one.
She may have been a whore, but she was
Empty from the top down when I look across town
Living in a compound city is on lockdown
Trying to contain all the sickness inside
But I gotta be
Captured by a renaissance dream
Tongue tied and twisted in the deep
Haunted by a renegade parading in my sleep
Stalked like a criminal in the open
you the man you the man boy
Hundred grand pop a band make her dance woah
If I cop a band I'm not popping the band
Pop the rock on her hand tie the knot
but
What they say is "That's life"
So I guess I gotta live by that, right
Man I'm a tight man
Kickin' in some white pants
And you can leave it at that
man I
I guess been staring at the
Man mirror and I
Verse 3
And I agreed to fall off before I fall in
Got these schackles off
A fashion choice I’ll
a hoe who don't want me
Like ya can't name a city I ain't hot in
Make you rich but by thirty grand
On fire dog where my fans
Tell you what to call me
than me?
Nigga, who hotter than me?
(Ha, ha)
Bet ?cha can't name a hoe who don't want me
Like ya can't name a city I ain't hot in
Make you rich but by
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