Lyrics:
stuck there
If I did spin the corner
Just to see where ya mans live
They saying to me like You used to be smooth back in high school kid
Now you think
I get excited by the sight of you
You passed me up now I got ink with blues
He's not in love he just hate me with you
But if you love him go and be
overlapped
[Verse 2: Juice WRLD]
Yeah, cash never runnin' out, time to bring the tommies out
Pills make my tummy shout, used to sell them by the playground
I
both cried
We used, to talk about how life gon' be when we get bread
Now I'm wonderin' why he dead
It's the streets man
It's the streets man
Yeah, It's
throw up your sign if you even got one
I used to bust niggas heads open for fun
Chase him down, stomp him out, if he tried to run
I could flip packs,
I don't really wanna wake up
If you're not there by my side
I don't really wanna wake up
If you're not there by my side
Got my car wash then it
You don't pay me
I get this with my bread my bread
Cause you know my money ain't a thing a thing
[Chorus: x2]
[Verse 2]
If you trying to be out
I'm gonn do it right
So there won't have to be no troubles in my life
[Verse Two]
You single and strugglin', sleepin' with dudes
Get no feelings
just goin' 2 different direction man
Know what I'm sayin', he decided to go back to the Swishahouse
And I decided not to ya know what I'm sayin'?
I'm
ain't really pimpin', baby, I'm just stress your man, uh
Just like that, ayy, ayy, just like that, ayy
Sippin' what I'm sippin', we gon' sip that by
When you getting money you don't mind the hate
If the beats ice (ye)
I just glide
Boy you better mind how you try and scape
Turn a man corpse don't risk
love lost, between you and me,
I'll be here when your man ain't fully down as he used to be,
So yeah it's time to signout my visions gettin' blurry
What? (what?)
Money or the life of a soldier
Sent to die in the war in a fight,
That never should took place.
Mary K-K-K
Used to be a great place
with her life without
Love...
Without love...
Without love...
Without love...
Verse two of Dawn's life--the second segment.
What could be worse than
Bitch, uh Killa, uh Dipset bitch
The union (uh huh) Harlem, killa
(Leave me alone, I just like to live my life)
Part two
I be like move, get
that
Told shorty to chill, I'll be right right back To the spot where we live, despite how it is
You the queen of the crib, you handle your biz You
And all that time that 187 was on my mind
Shot the man in cold blood
And I knew his momma saw the drive-by
Design, and there ain't no tv until you see
and everything gonna be alright
Man, kiss my baby make the game my wife
Don't make me cock my shit and put one in your life
You trying to take this because you
of shit, the game's a pile of shit
Hustlin' used to be a talent, now this shit is ran by scammers
Fraudulent actors claiming that they chiropractors
They
it on, move alone
She get used to talking to a man with his head on his dreams
Cause I'm thinking about this liquid nitrogen on my wrist
She by my
to be a contender.
I was just aching for anything.
And I used to have such steady hands
But now I can't keep 'em from shaking.
Oh I'm sorry I,
I'm sorry
live by a real simple philosophy
If you stay grounded watch God keep giving you reasons not to be, can't (lose)
It's not in my plan to (lose), if I
puff Optimos
Your label ship gold, but only copper sold
Perb got flows, everybody and God knows
Fuck a bitch for two dimes, she got to cop those
Used
dimes, she got to cop those
Used to be a thug, now he wear cop clothes
Try to come to the hood and we shot hoes
[Chip Banks of American Cream Team]
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