Lyrics:
Heaven
Angels watch over me
Watch over me
What am I doing
Where am I going
I hope you like what you see
I'm just tryna get by
Wish you were by my side
lil mama what's the biz,
Trynna see if this pipe can really touch ya ribs
U a high level freak and I am too,
I'll be in by 1:30 out by quarter to 2
I
too cool
I just need a lil spacing then just watch me do it
Yea I know the game is thirsty and I got that juice
Whatever else you got to say make sure
a brain of Mrs. Obama
One semester left from being the first earning yo diploma
Came too far to throw it away by trying to model for FashionNova
Not trying
Ay where you get that beat from? Mooktoven!
Let's go
KeedToven
(Keed talk to em!)
Yeah yeah, Balenciaga steppin', watch yo' shoes
Yeah yeah,
of the shadow of death
When niggas hold tec's like they mad at the ref
That's why I keep a cross on my chest, either that or a vest
Do you believe that Eve had
a revolver
My sex is a killer
Do you wanna die happy?
Do you wanna die happy?
I let it bang, bang
You've been hit by a smooth criminal
A bad girl
I
Alone by myself and I did some reflection
I know i ain't perfect I still make mistakes
For my lil young one I do what it takes
Better watch out man these
like they're drunk
Now umm, back and forth, forth and back
You see he always help me out when I get wreck to his tracks
So peace to Mr. Funke, for
Ya ya
Pull up in my band ones with a bad one
Friend acting foul that's and and one
Yeah what
Lil boy you a sad son
Ya ya
Watch ya mouth see him
When we pull up we ain't solo
We like 20 deep
What I do for my gang
I know they'll do for me
Check my phone
Lil thotty tryna' creep on me
Drunk
see it'd be
Twenty-two or so, older soldier on my team
I put you in my video
And give you plenty of dough
By my hotel room, Four fifty four
Hope that
bitch getn a bbl a lil henahancement kum sign to da gang get you sum ps for yo advancement i use to sweat bullets wen my box got stuck in transit if you
to the fuckin' Birdman like a lug
And dear Mr. Ronald Williams
To you I shall forever give thanks like a pilgrim
Cash Money million-heir to the throne
Goin'
to the fuckin' Birdman like a lug
And dear Mr. Ronald Williams
To you I shall forever give thanks like a pilgrim
Cash Money million-heir to the throne
Goin'
I just bought a new watch
And it don't tick tock
You can that I'm rich by the way I smell (Off that bon' bon')
Coccy coot bought this bitch new
I'm playing dead but I'm dead on ya
You not a blood but you got red on ya
And I watch my surroundings
Like the Feds on me
I just got me some pints
it
I cop it
What's in my pockets
Lil nigga don't watch it
Shoot for the stars
Like I play for the rockets
She getting tight cause the money my
a thing fi mention
The way dem move mi nuh trust dem ya know
Watch dem move mi nuh trust dem ya know?
The one you put yo faith in
Setup the first girl wah
If you know me, know this ain't my feng shui
Certified everywhere, ain't gotta print my resume (Takeoff)
Talkin' crazy, I pull up andele
R.I
You all can't believe what we did
Provide an opportunity in the community,
Tryin' to spread a lil' unity between you and me
Since IM the mayor, I
so we marching like (left, right, left, right)
Oh they follow me
Well it's the highly underrated, album so anticipated
Mr. not intimidated by you
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay i'm gonna say the n-word
Lil Mosquito Disease you know what I'm saying
That's racist, you can't say the n-word!
Shout out Big
Just watch me fade away fade away
Lil baby watch me fade away fade away fade awaaaay
Joint lit talkin shyt
Sippin soothes the soul w the flute to my
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