Lyrics:
to turn the page"
And the rich man in his summer home,
Singing "Just leave well enough alone"
But his pants are down, his cover's blown
Where I live in the desert, it's so peaceful and warm
And the cares of the world drift by, like clouds reflected in a quiet pool
But there always
the page
And the rich man in his summer home
Singing just leave well enough alone
But his pants are down, his cover's blown
And the politicians throwing
the plan
Setup perfect why flop us
My man
It be me and you
Oh yeah
Down by the river
Oh yeah
Without guns and triggers
Wu man
Sunz plan is perfect from
always lighted up, man I got me my daily dose
I’m by myself cause I cannot risk me a heavy load
This that flow that got shawty fiendin’ all on my drip
She
at a nigga and his mans was crazy laughin
Lookin at Da Click in a cowardly fashion
Not knowin that we bout to start the rowdy blastin
[Guru]
Niggaz came
Uh
Man
Al, what up?
Damn
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
I'm still standing on my word, I been grand scheming (scheme)
Took a trip
thirteen grand
Better go get myself an insurance plan
She's my man
I ain't got to where I'm going to
By hanging 'round with people like you
But then again I
it ain't us if we ain't stunting
Say we running we ain't fronting, they be tripping, ain't nothing
If they kick it we be putting in, man I'm tryna
Cause I promise man this shit isn't over
All I'm really missing is some free time
I need me time, talking B time
And a pretty queen to start a B hive
In
the Funk in Grand
Here comes my man, my brother...
Grap Lover, get wreck cousin, c'mon
Call me the Grap Luva, yes, the younger Soul Brother
Keep your eyes
grand hold it up (Up)
With your left hand and say man hold up (Man hold up)
Boys in the front blowing up (Up)
With the fat stacks in the club that's us
grand hold it up (Up)
With your left hand and say man hold up (Man hold up)
Boys in the front blowing up (Up)
With the fat stacks in the club that's us
but the man, him a jammin'
Original you should come follow fashion
Me already don' seen what the future hold
Enough gold for the dark arts
your face
I recall the case
Cut the grass now I see all the snakes
My lawyer man cake
Cause of you he’s been employed by the beef
And now it’s time
a realer story than most rappers
Blown more money than most trappers
Couple grand to a couple milli'
Who's fucking with me?
I really came up in London city
on acid facts I bet her mind aint scrambled yet
Acquaint the saint tuh my alias
Thebaine mane with the grand swang
And im just tryna maintain in the fast
skella i love the block when i think about it shit could be worse in the rain dancing for better days no fashion to get the cheddar got to fix the jays
in the can
That man Jelly!
Put my fam in the yams
In my twenties
He the jam in the can
That man Jelly!
Put my fam in the yams
In my twenties
Love
want a fan in your face
When yo' man got a heat and the hand in the waist (band)
Gotta keep a cool head, niggas got PTSD these days (yeah)
Some folks
Floyd
I'm jumpin out the window
Sike, I'm fly, I float aight right by
Cut my own moat
Get by with my chose fam
Dismantle thrones
All the fuck in
with the earth in my hand
Hours rush by me got me feeling like chan
Doubters on the sideline ants to the man
Thinking that they know me but they don't
I'm putting it all on the table man
2-P-1:3
I'm all in
2-P-1:3
The whole team all in too
2-P-1:3
Game on! KB! Let's go
RIP to the old me (to
fashion
Badboy Tima pull up in a mad toy
Oti sure pe mara masion
Baby walai I go dey by your side walai
Never let you down lai lai
cnd we go dey move
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