Lyrics:
by a
Person that I thought I trusted, where I live
It's a war at the cribs, walk with a strap
Myself 'cause I don't want nobody's son on my back
My
glistens
The chances are much stronger still
That, that child, will listen
So in this room where shadows live
And ghosts that failed learn time forgives
Bizzi, Ghost Deini, Rollie Finger and them toolies yo
Stainless Bobby, boy, you have an English folly
To try to detain the slang that we can to party
never woulda rapped
But this is my life n we can't change that
I woulda bin there, I never woulda tried
I would never want to live, I never woulda lied
Wonder why?
Amateurs get hung with they own gold chains
(There it is)
I declare that only live niggas rap this year
The average Mc sells terror
We
In the life we live as thugs
Everybody fuckin' wit' us so can't you see
It's hard to be a man
Ridin' wit' my guns in hand
Why explain the game?
too different some things aren’t meant
To be we were meant to
Be so that we could have our son
Nothing more you didn’t like that
I prayed for your peace
you hate me when I'm up?
And why the only time you love me when I'm down?
Why I lost best new artist to Khalid, 2017?
We all knew that should've
the separation
We are one as one
The day that I feel that I'm done
This gun should bring me comfort
Shout out the Sons of Mumford
My folks ain't with the cuss
When I saw you on the market, standing by the phone
With your hair as dark as this, how could you be alone
All the ghosts in love with you, they
a toast real close
In case I gotta turn the rest of yo' peeps into ghosts
Fuck it I'm ready for combat, with a gat
That'll make any nigga, become a meal
Wearin' Barkleys, I just parked the 740 by a palm tree (that's real shit)
Stuck to the plan from out the sand, get rich and share it
When you a dope boy,
on the posters
Sold explosives, bottle rockets by the grosses
First taste of big money, now I need double doses
Don't need no features, we got Ghost to host us
everyday when I see the sun come up I'ma say
Let's get it
Get it done, everyday proving that I'm still Your son
If you hear me, and you with me
Heaven
Now this that SpottieOttieDopaliscious, hella vicious
I wonder where is this, hold up
Get the fuck out my business, show enough
We roll up then load
There's a foreclosed sign out in the yard
Man that really hit me hard
It's nothin' but a drive by town now
Only ghosts and memories hangin' around
Seems
you remember I bought you twice
Now I'm thirty plus and still paying the price
Had a sister that I barely knew
Kind of got separated by the age
slipping, you soft niggas is outta here
In case you forgot, we on the same shit that got us here
Yo, to every step I take, every foul I make
Every jail I
knew we was live
My man Boo stashed on him
Pulled out take of the wool
Nigga cool out
Walk you out the bulding
Betta run nigga move out
This
freedom ain't free, we got to do it together
That means (what?), by whatever means necessary
I'm doing God's work, so that means I'm too blessed to worry
send plenty at you
Let me catch you slippin', you soft niggaz is outta here
In case you forgot, we on the same shit that got us here
[Young Noble]
family went away on a weekend ski trip
And they left $100 and a note by the phone
That said: 'Don't have any company till we get home'
No company? I'm
Live by the gun die by the same shit you bust
Fly bitches with waves from DC to Cali
Rally and tally up my dough
For the grand finale
Grapevines
crying "Stop the riots", we ain't got to chalk the city
I seen Cole out there, felt I should go out there
They left that boy for hours in the cold out
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