Lyrics:
Peter-Peter, pussy eater, one of them fucked by Koopsta Knicca
Lord, I done some sins, 'cause she married, but I don't know that nigga
Figured he is a killa,
she bad let me ya head
Model hoes, in the back cant get up in my bed
Still toting on my 9' bitch I'm seeing red
I used to be tripping all the time, man
Quarter-million watch on, watch on
You could have everything, but I'm gone
Pack my shit and leave bitch, bye
I done seen too many real niggas 6ix9ine
And your
Christmas in paradise under the Cow Key Bridge
Where the warm breeze blows so nice
And the landlord forgives
I won't lie, we just get by but we'll be eating
the rap by rattin' on some cats that mack
He said, "Hey, I know i'm dangerous, but it sure beats Riker's"
yo, the next day my man got wacked by the same
Oh yeah
You said you'd be here by five
But I guess you've been having problems
'Cause it is creeping up to nine
And I still ain't heard nothing from
do me
One day ill learn but rn im duty
Yea i think i shouldve done it all fr
I should've just moved on
The grass isnt real
The turf is green like
my parents that they raised a good kid
But those trips that I took had me jumping the ship
And my mind steer me to the jagged rocks all the time
And I
For all that You've done, Lord I'll sing of Your love
My tears wiped away by the risen Son
You ransomed my debt, oh the victory won
I'll sing of Your
independent a self starter
Raised by the carter
But he showed me what happened when you get locked in a contract
And Chance showed me how to stay off that (uh)
custy's
Imma call 'em right back like
Roll another one up
Know I gotta smoke two
How do ya do
I'm on cloud nine
In the clouds high
Right by the moon
How do
Extend your clips, fit the muzzle with the beam
For the love of cream, it's nothin' but routine
Swing on the judge, take a couple for the team
He's
titties
I'll keep rocking all through my 50s
No 9 lives
But you all real kitties
Step to the mic and I flow with ease
(Cause)
I got balls aint playing no
I wandered all night, I wondered all night about you
I've been here for years just wandering around the neighbourhood
Like a fresh manifestation
I know that you niggas done see me grindin
I put in that work shine like a diamond
But from the very beginning you know they doubted
I dont give
Yea,
Yea,
Look,
I don’t gotta walk around town with a vest
This my hood all these niggas can attest
But once they see a nigga they put lead to my
got beef
Fuck all you pricks
I'm always down to smoke that kush
Man its no surprise
I apologize
But that fuckin green shits got me hypnotized
I
Yeah
Ooh Ooh Ooh
Give me all the feels
Give me all the feels
Cloud nine's exceeded
I'm on the moon
I took to a current, accelerated journey its all
a pine box
And that kill bill, I mean number one
But all I need is just a couple knocks
And I'm coming straight through that fucking wood
Put my Hattori
globally grown
If you ain't know that by now, then you was totally wrong
I just left Miami, came back to Oakland, my home
This shit I'm smokin' is Flower
Punk
Life in the dark
A courtesan cherish her rose as her life
The pedal collapses
The chamber giving her grief
All of the little reenactments
Can I
imbrase the cross-road, we once wore
Gold,
But now we electric probes with silicon brains, sinthetic,
All faces are strange, pathetic, check
All these nights are catching up to me
I just can't put insomnia to sleep
I close my eyes but all that I can see
Is someone who I'm never gonna be
I Been outer space for a minute, don't think I'm ready to come back down
Luvv being high, still ten feet on the ground
Live in cloud 9, but this
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