Lyrics:
fashion
I've been raised like a goat
I got new passion
Suffocated by envy I grew past it
And my girl out to get me for new answers
I got so much to choose
another breath
I smoke my Newport to the butt
Like it's the last motherfucker left
Just me and you, evadin' enemies
Let you get my last shot of Hennessy
see who’s inside
We multiplying the love ain’t no rush to divide it by 2
Press repeat on Badu
Love of my life, I got you
If you need help I’ll spot you
codiene
I'm already married to Neen
If falling you lean on me
Range Rover
Calinan
New Mercedes
Mclaren
I want all that park in
If I fail I get it again
The man got his hand up your pants, you just a puppet
I'm throwin' a fit and fussin' cause niggas killin' their cousin
Make it worse, he just a kid, kid
fuck with lions
It's a small thing to a lyrical giant
Killa California Golden Bear
Spank Air's, new wear's at the best affairs
I don't care where you
it
Fuck the world sometimes you have to go burrow
To come out even stronger
Brings new meaning to when I say I been on my Joe Burrow
It's a cold
that nine, *** gots to shine, had to make 'em bleed
Had to make 'em see, takin' somethin' from the kid
You'll be history, that's for any wannabe
You see
boys to lay on 'em
Where I come from, niggas got a lot of hunger
If you got it, they gon' want you
So you gotta keep it on you
Okay, you know I'm
of trust
Aint really got to much to give
I can auction off yo life
Just drop the price and they gone bid
Cant second chance what's right
If its some sht that
to get busy
That's right baby get your body on the floor
Move it, move it
.357 at point blank range ain't nothing strange
You're having a heart attack
the man right? right
(Suranu)
That's life that's life
Good news must've done something good in my past life
Damn right damn right
Right hand on your gun you
know that it's really wrong
But its right there for me every time I'm logging on
I got all your CD's I really like your songs
Well I downloaded em but
like Ray J (weigh up, back up)
New bitch look like Kim K (set it up, bando)
She black and white like Kid 'n Play (Maxo, Maxo)
She yellow bone like
six twos it hit ya ass you think you tanning
We hit ya block with them glocks you think you mannish
Get put on the news for thinking you nick get hit
at the end of the day it hurt you
Kinda hurt me too
I turned over a new leaf
Seeing you with that nigga tend to scare me
Even though shit got rough I still
like I'm makin' love
Wit cops, got the block hot like a Jamaican clubs
Cop, wait, wait for a drought an' then I make a flood
Try to take my cake, you
tassels need sucking I got no strength to tie it
Had no rain in so long that the fields are mighty dusty
And it's been so unbearable hot that the kids
me or loan me
Ma I ain’t gonna feed you a phony
Keep it as homies or leave me alone B
Apologize? I’m not sorry
I done came through got my jollies
the crowd
Run in when them guns sound (gang shit)
Ah shit, breakin' news, he got hit with the tool
They came up on the block and then they popped him
She's like a drug
Can't get enough oh
My favorite plug
She got the stuff oh yea
When you ain't around
You make me feel like an addict
I'm so
(Shot by
nothing I can even they to relate to
For real though
Being dead is serious, it change you
All I got left in this world
Is my music to play
So you correct if
this
I'm on and this little light I got
I'mma let it shine til the day I drop
Heart quit pumping only way I stop
Til then I'm a light post on your block
century
You'll never forget me, because what you witnessed was a memory
Flashback got me shell shocked
No where to turn on my block
It's getting hot
I
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