Lyrics:
needing relapse yo
Made a white bitch famous can you believe that
Sold out a show with no words can't believe that
Did you see em on the news dawg cant
(shh)
Fuck that nigga cuz I swear to God I ain't goin'
The fuck you mean you ain't going?
I ain't going back to the pen' cuz I can't
Nigga what
Why’d you throw that shit away?
(Ian Taylor)
Dude, that shit was garbage bro.
(Blitz)
No, no.
(Ian Taylor)
It belongs in a trash can.
(Blitz)
numb
I take that fork and go dumb
I can't get two out of one
Trap down the street from the airport
Young nigga tryin' to hit the mall daily
Any given
sharp
Built by God made in Heaven included with every part
Everyday was dope with her
From Cold Spring to Central Park
There she go again fly as hell
me bout the smell I know
My eyes stay red from all that smoke
The weeds with me everywhere I go
And y'all can't roll, woah woah woah woah woah woah
all the troubles, forget all the strife
If you're sick I got lyrical medicine
Can't hold me down, cause I'm diggin' livin'
Friday, it's the end
and they creased
I got a education, I got proper speech
I'm from the streets,I'm not less of a man
Just trying to get by and do the best that I can
You
understand, damn!
I can't stand fake niggas
I can't stand fake niggas
I can't stand fake niggas
Walk it how I talk it, if I roll it
I'mma spark it
If she bad,
about what we share. the physics can't be done by
number, and they be watching, and they give awards, and
one by one we got to live on that,
fine
He’s right by your side
Issues
Everybody out here got issues
You can choose to live and learn
From your issues
It really don’t matter
What
so consistent, Reg. I just cant remember the last time he had a bad game; just so focused, takes up great positions on the field and has this calmness
know they the pigs (Yeah)
I realized that I gotta stay true to myself
I can't never go fake on my kin
(my family, my brother)
Lord, he protect when I
this trash
Man, this taxi's never crashing, flashy neon fashion
Y'all can't hate on me in the backseat but best make way for this action
Ima make
it yeah I promise
You can bring out the red carpet
Flashes from every direction I got the whole damn world watching
When I start heating up, bitches
me, palm trees fan me
Takin pictures where my fans be
Niggas sit down, they can't stand me
Straight from the Burgh'
Taylor gang my family
Hustle heavy
it rain like Travis Porter (
You drunk off Taylor Port, bitch, you out of order
Bitch, you can't drink my bottle, you can't afford it
Where would I
Chorus
Baby I can't let you, walk on by
hop in be my passenger, for the night
(Come on) be my passenger, be my passenger, be my passenger, get in my ride
gon’ win over and over and
Over and then you wake up
You still can’t believe it! You know
Why? Because you was lied
To by Google you was lied
To by Mark
bag
And always keep it 10 by 10
And I can’t stop it
Ma said don’t question the plan cause GOD got it
I dreamed of days
I dreamed of the days that I get
she's tryna savor
Shorty saying Khalifa Man
Should have his own flavor
Haters wanna be me
But can't walk in my Chuck Taylor's
All black eleven's
she's tryna savor
Shorty saying Khalifa Man
Should have his own flavor
Haters wanna be me
But can't walk in my Chuck Taylor's
All black eleven's
from all the drama
I gotta prosper
Can't afford to take another loss
Life can be ruff
But I'm tough tho
Ain't give a fuck tho
Trying my luck tho
To get
struggles, before I'm knowing my name
with me and muff in a bug, two towns above I was drugged
left build with no knowledge of this can't be motherly
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