Lyrics:
Incarcerated by opinions
I just want to swim but I see bodies in the rivers
As I look at my reflection, a sad excuse for perfection
A fighting fool in
they say the real niggas never die
I swear my niggas would do bids to spot a nigga dead
I went by baby G80 three, it was candy red
I put that there my
I'm alone, so I'm a loner
Smoke weed, so I'm a stoner
Got that ill sick vibe
That make you say bye bye bye boner
Let my pants hang, 'cause it ain't
from the jug
I tell her she my bestie, bestie, she my bestie (that's right)
They say we're too friendly, friendly, we're too friendly (no lie)
You
Well I am the foe
Creator of the content
Comic book flow
Illuminate the concept
Weary of a gimmicks that they peddle to the prospects
My genuine advice
peace but it ain't the first time by the police
A Frisco victory down in history but don’t think that things change so quickly
I wanna give a little
on my block i got hot dawgs
Gangsta block i got glock
I'ma drug lord who's your plug (aye)
Don't come on my block i got hot dawgs
Who's that stranded
undercover by the way that you was
watchin' me
Ooo Uh the way you look at me im feelin'
You Uh I just cant help but tryna keep it
Cool Uh i can feel it in
down
Krumping in that pussy like I'm Chris Brown
Baby girl chill out
Finna slide by see Styles
Tell ya homegirls don’t miss out
Yay yayeee
Shit slow down
you murdered us in the most savage ways
No more making brown shoes from black skin to get paid
Don't you know the
Devil has no chance to win
I'll burn
wanna be happy like Forrest before he broke up with Citlali
Ion want no bum by my side, gotta have a couple hobbies
Like that one girl that whip that red
Abide by me, you know I’ll provide,
Don’t dry text me or i won’t reply,
I think im hitting my stride hold on,
Mfs think i lost grind,
I guess i just
Emmett Brown
To my i hip hop 20 lat później
Pewnie będę robił to póki nie umrę
Skun i kumple wszystko do myślenia dało
I co by się nie działo zawsze
Ayo white folks yeah I’m talking to you
White folks looking uncomfortable in the room
Ayo white folks yeah you part of the group
We can stay part
the sprite then it's set for me
A little white smoke just to cloud my memory
Plenty pretty faced girls for my dawgs and me
If she a down ass bitch, I mark my
the by product
Of the one
Who makes the late night skies light up
They talking crazy again
I feel my eyes light up
Make sure ya stories is straight
Make
ever cross my mind, i know you know i could get her
(and that’s fact)
…yeah, big fact thing
…i am not depending on the rap thing
What that mean, rap
They want me to run with Ahmaud, facing a shotgun
But my God said that I'm Maverick, 'cause I'm the Top Gun
That's why I stand strong on his
birthright Painted Flower
Seventeen years and sixteen hours
Out the window stares a girl
Kentucky wonder head full of curls
She ain?t my mama this ain?t my
respect
T.R.I.B.E.'s on your back, a bunch of insects
That's my job, puttin em on what
You don't want to move, ??????
Smoke from my microphone still linger
Cranston
I've been up for nights cramming in
My upward heights are not random
I started out right by a college campus
Tonight, I might smoke cannabis
Nothing
to believe you
When you spit in my face
And I don't want to touch you
I don't want to lie
In the brown red gold slumber
That you've taken to ride
I
to my talk I was made by the streets
So I know how it feel when ya life get real
Can't see ya dog he ain't get that appeal
Lights turned out bath water
It won't happen the 1st time pussy now try me
You got a nice car, then nigga ride by me
Got guns that put a gap in your mouth like the bull
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