Lyrics:
were the bluest
I never ran from adversity, instead I ran to it
Fear ain't in the heart of me I learned just do it
You get courage in your fears right
to the Porsche's with the wides on it
'Fore you snitches bitch, you better put your lives on it
Get you twisted by the ? with them wires on it
I get my money
exactly have they done said sheriff John Brown
For me to shoot those poor old bastards down
Then outstepped the preacher with his hand upon his heart
In the ghetto infested by shade and drama
And niggas wit' thangs ain't afraid of karma
I'm thinkin' big like Lil Wayne and Tha Carters's that
to be solved
I got a lot on my heart, scorn the weary
Never believin' no woman
'cause bitches lie on the frequent
Live and die by this gun
Niggas ain't
too were ushered in by ol' Doc Brown
When we made our first debaut ah he needed his dimes
And there were times he'd receive a fee
But he would pass it
I was making rounds in my town
Getting down too much
Chris Brown in the Dutch
But I ain't feel much
Seen a cloud that look like a plane
cnd I wanna
ass smacked like he Chris Rock
Baseball slide on his spot like a pit stop
Lookin' at the time, you got seconds like a Tik Tok
We can get him tagged, get
heart to the world and the world came in
Hello Mary Lou
Hello Miss Pearl
My fleet-footed guides from the underworld
No stars in the sky shine
to the Porsche's with the wides on it
'Fore you snitches bitch, you better put your lives on it
Get you twisted by the ? with them wires on it
I get my money
Brown eyes, let my
Guitar gently groove you
Like rain, falls down
Surrender to the sound
Feel my six play
Caress you in today
Strum you like you
ammunition's, weed, and shells
Just in case they trip in heaven, ain't no G's hell
Sister sorry for the pain that I caused your heart
I know I'll change if you
an dope, wit there noses drove when I focus,
the de-infected brain cells, lay by the thousands,
the music them hittin shown to be known to livin in
ain't with the fuck around, baby, I don't fuck around
.50 Cal hit his brow, I let off a couple rounds
Look at me now like Chris Brown, sold-out shows,
Songzz is my nameeee (feel me on this)
I'm fly that's why haters mention my name
You can catch me in Virginia ain't another quite the same
If you
Man with a broken heart? Once upon a time
I go to church and talk to God
Now I'm thinking to myself
Hollow tips is all I got
Now I'm drinking by myself
an leavin 'em, open an dope, wit there noses drove when I focus,
the de-infected brain cells, lay by the thousands,
the music them hittin shown to be known
Let me introduce my self
I'm the one who rules the set
So don't you forget
Bad for ya health but ya still be tryin' ta push buttons
But you ain't
from off your face
'Cause you ain't ever gonna burn my heart out
So Sally can wait, she knows it's too late as she's walking on by
My soul slides
her throat wetter, I fly by and leave no feathers
Rock a wife beater in cold weather, brown skin nigga, I'm a gold metal
All my watches on demon time,
Please I didn't listen to what Doctor Simeon Said
If I did yeah I'ld be brown bread
Put some lead in my head ain't that filling
Cold dark room alone ain't
and made 'em dance, Chris Brown, Michael Jackson
My heart goes out to Young Chop, in the industry they gon' blackball him
I sold hard with the gun cocked,
missing
Just like the roof is, riding in that Chris Brown
Two seater deuces, peeling like I skip town
Pocket full of brick money, neck full of black gold
Hold your head up lil' bruh
You're not dead lil' bruh
You are brown when this world is black and white lil' bruh
I know how it sounds low lil'
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