Lyrics:
He built me up when I was down and the way was hard to find
But he was on my side in all that we tried and sometimes we wouldn't even have a dime
Say what you want to say
But, motherfucker, I'm still Flosja, dude
Fake all
Fucking with the boy, get your face cut
Then I ride by with your bitch, she
that they still don't really care about us
All i wanna say is that they still don't really care about us
Yh get justice for George, ahmund, breonna,
a bunch of that noise while they quiet
Gotta watch out for them boys in that blue, we yelling twelve we don’t run we just shoot
They call it a robbery we
the root of the problem//
“Proud Boys, stand back and stand by”
Everything out that man’s trap was a damn lie
He ain’t give a crap, nigga, if your fam died
them, if you want that Red October- but
Legally, we gotta both sign that contract
Mark Parker i'mma put Mark Parker
All on that Summer
Jam screen and by
George Bush did
Lv gators on, 20 G footprints
Top 5, I could give a nod and the shot fly
I was in the drop top when I dropped by
You know it was a 2014
These niggas nerds don't care about they candy raps
And don't you ever compare me to that
I'm the boy by nature
The black Rick flair with a beard
Tripper
Take a night swim with a hot skinny dipper
Beautiful lips that outline her bikini
Topic is lust lips sipping a martini
Let's start this off by
see threes
You realize as soon as you beat me that you didn't
Yeah, there's still one of me, I'll meat slap you
That's a recap view, that's normal
us I was always looking for a door
Snow, falling, floating, thoughts that silence me now
A line to forget, to forget the boy
If you ash in the fire
boy
(I ain't no hollaback boy)
A few times I been around that track
So it's not just gonna happen like that
'Cause I ain't no hollaback boy
(I ain't no
to George
(That's the boy)
Love to John (Love to Musa)
Love to Dasun (Love to Chris)
Love to Laolu (Love to Nat)
Love to Ladi (Love to Will)
Love to Tobi
a dog even though he wasn't putting up a fight
Killed Malcolm in prison, Mandela kneeled on George Floyd and yet George Zimmerman is still alive
The cops
idea of all the
Gear things in store for us it
All happened really when Please
Please Me became
A number one hit, and after that, well cor'
The blimeys,
finally made his play
That's when the boy runs away
We like the boys, boys
But we still like the boys
We like the boys
We like the boys
Short
sees crack babies becoming enemies of their own families
Armageddon come you know we soon done
Gun by my side just in case I gotta run
A boy
they hands
Ya boy stupid lit right now (True) inhaling that kush right now (No cap)
Eyes so low they look closed (Damn) but I still see somehow (I said)
addicts who shoot up
In the veins of they feet
That shit gave us the jeepers creeps
But a nigga had to get it though
I wasn't a d-boy by choice I
Had to get
addicts who shoot up
In the veins of they feet
That shit gave us the jeepers creeps
But a nigga had to get it though
I wasn't a d-boy by choice I
Had to get
the air
And don't forget that the funk Mob is everywhere
Don't be Standing On the Verge of Gettin It On
And George'll be the first to tell you when
None of my boys know how to cope with this shit
We was on tour in Europe
I tried coke with this kid
See I need anything that make me feel less
hard to coexist
Still don't get it twisted Jim cared about his kids
Such is life tough love in situations
Blessings in disguise that can lead
Chorus
(C-Murder)
I'm waking up in cold sweats
I just realized
It wasn't a dream
I shot that fool in the drive by
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