Lyrics:
Show you how much I don't like (like) being apart
Wanna show you, show you, show you 'til you're hearin' me
Keep it how it is, so we can never say how
'til there's sun through the blinds
I'm worried bout the way they're treating you
But you say that it's fine
You still got laugh lines from smilin'
But
And I hope you'll think of me until I'm there
I wish that I could be with you for Christmas
And we could lie next to the fire by the tree
But til I return
can't deal with
Try it (hataz) you gonna get yours to the heart
Lesson tonight by the four-four
Niggas want more than a little bit, hot shit
L.l. an red
starting to fade
Every things a shade of grey no color on my own
Not a stone left unturned, to get to where I’m going
Nothing new these days, we’ve already
L.A. was dead
'Til I laid on your chest
There's a lifetime of secrets in this modern life
I saw you were with her only last night
I got caught up
bros out of jail
Running with the same niggas 'til the end
NBA Gang la familia, no we don't do no friends
Where I'm from it get wicked shit real
No
the end
What’s on the other side?
What do we have to do to deserve to get there?
Putting our reason above our heart
Hear the voice inside
Trust in life
like Drake
Them man there still banging for pride
Done with that, mans tryna get paid
That's for my g, had cats on my line
Like Harvey Dent, I can't
Outdoor event, New Year's Eve, Cali weed
Thirty seconds til we tear and decease
Quick, call all my seeds dipped in the crowd
The ho spotted me, he knew
the X, Helly Hansen
Foggy night, hustle 'til the sun up
Stumble in synonymous fuck around
Found your leg by the Gowanus bridge
Over do it, send your penis
To spark your mission posse, til way past dark
(Don't park there's no standin') or I'll play the five-oh
You don't stop movin' until the Serch says so
be right here with you 'til the end of time (yeah)
I got my peaches out in Georgia (oh, yeah, shit)
I get my weed from California (that's that
they so obsessive"
I don't get too high to look over blessings
Never come in second
Make the most of your seconds
They so precious 'Cause if we could buy
(17)
They gon' let me in that bitch
Lil' nigga, what? Shit
You got me fucked up, shit (AB)
We gon' shoot that bitch up (D-Roc)
Ayy, I swear
There is no religion
Standing strong with
Women forged by wisdom
Sticks and stones can break real bones
Sticks and stones can break real bones
Sticks
Get up it ain't over yet nigga, get over there
Chorus x4
Verse 2: (Mac)
They call me camoflague the everlasting assassin
knew we could not fight
Just beat it and call me a weirdo
Or be there and be by my side
Close your eyes and dance all night
Move 'til is grooving dance
We always gonna stay 'pon top always
Dis bad man you get shot, anyways
Bad man nuh tek back chat no day
Jamaican bad bwoy seh dat zigga, zigga
We
I got you
DJ Threat
Jam Master Jay
Big Pun
B.I.G.
And Free Shyne already
We the Best
I'm from Miami-Dade County, Florida
I go by the name
See, they wonder why we ride high
Why we get high
Shit, it's just to get by
See, some days, sometimes, the world lets you down
And you can't do
Can't forget where we began
I can't do it by myself; I need a friend
You can call me any moment
I'll be there, just tell me when
When you fall, get back
And of how lucky I was
To have a partner
Who told me to drop
Everything
Get on a plane
Go see her again
Before we left for Indonesia
Even though
There was so
the stack
I get my change, now go cop, get'cha a drink
And have a hoe butt-naked washed up by the sink
Blowin' stink, and I don't see grass on the field
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