Lyrics:
Oh baby baby
Hope you're the one
I'm taking chances
I jumped the gun
Still I don't know
The way you feel
You gotta tell me
Tell me what I need
the bag with 2 arms
Got the weed coming by the acres
Look like I robbed 2 farms
Jamaican cartel pull up, Fat Bwoy say "wahgwan?"
I just hit 'em like
ain't defined by limits
I don't need no permission to live it
I'm a break through the door til I get in
Everything that I got I'm a give it
100 Percent
shootin' 'til I ran outta shots
Then I threw my gun at him and I ran up the block
Swang them hoes, bang them hoes
20 minutes later, I changed them clothes
afraid but ion Sense No fear
We both got guns let's Make That clear
Then your attitude get Jackd up
Shots fired before you even Call Backack up
Then you
Down by the riverside Way back there in the woods We were just some crazy kids Having fun any way we could I was a little scared When we stood up
on the news that a school got shot up again by some idiot with a gun
Cause he thought he was the shit hey!
I saw some girl down the road getting robbed of her
(white)
Fuck a peace sign, you gon' get hit one time (bah, bah, bah)
I get that fish scale, turn it to hard white (white)
Live by the street life, that's
the clip that came with it
You niggas in the way you fucking up my trap money
When shots get fired you tell the story like you wasn't thuggin
Gotta keep
But we gotta take them L's
When they come
Shit gets fucked up and you can't run
Life's up and down
Like the stock market
Grind through the lows
not
Wake up, I feel like the G.O.A.T., yeah
I gotta get up and go, yeah
I just woke up to a blast
We just been selling out shows (yeah)
No, I ain't
me have to call my killers
Staff on niggaz, get bloodbaths for all you niggaz
Yo, I ain't tryna talk shit straight up I walk this shit
I'm used
O gotta know that you down to boot
I gotta know that you down to get up from the roots
I gotta know that you down to put on them boots
And put in
gotta see the light
We all gotta make up for the lost time
For the lost time, yeah
Ummm, Ummm, Ummm
Lord send me Love
Send me Love tonight
(Send me Love
up)
Stay up until the whole thang gone
Hundred fifty bands for kilo, yeah
Streamin' out gain as a rico, yeah
Gotta pay a Benz for payout rate
I'ma
Madness behind every piece it's what makes the real beauty
You want to get like this
At 21 I've designed everything under the sun
The Studio merch coming
come fuck wit me
While I lay, get chased, catch, and cash tha check
Stomp niggas out take respect
Wit a sawed off shotgun, hand on tha pump
I sips
the feds
Silly women in my pockets
But I gotta get the bread
And I know I’m in a rush
But I gotta get the head Imma King
But I gotta pick my crown up
I
know I’m beastin' i say
They love the shit they like it
When it’s nasty they excited
Get possessed by my spirit and
They ain’t tryna fight it
Leave
Let's Go
Everyone lately be losing their mind
What they doing
Scraping up pennies and counting the dimes
Why are they so
Clueless to logic, ignoring
as chains swing
BD get up in the cypher of a shame game to maintain
Watch me now, follow me now
Boot Camp release the leader and I'm sick now
Comin straight
Yeah, the Baby Killa's back up in this motherfucka...
Straight from tha grave,
It gets so deep right under the Garden Blocc...
Oh, me? Ya can
as a casualty on the dance floor
I'm an addict, strung out on dopeness
But you can't chew, sniff, or smoke this
If you want to get high step by
Trying to live life like a book
If you like it, gotta give it, or get shook
Can't let them impede my progress
Just cooling with the usual suspects
She
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