Lyrics:
away, but I couldn't get far
Cause the homies had the loop-loop that night at King Park
And I got into a squab, got caught and went to jail
Straight
don't never come fake
I'm 'bout to hit Dove Way, just past Troy's
I'm dippin' by myself, I'm 'bout to call up my boys
I pass up the corner I see some
This that St. Louis shit
Bitch, I know you mad
Bitch, I know you mad
Come and say that to my face (yeah)
Come and say that to my face (skrrt)
frightened
Standing out there in the snow
'Til he said 'I'm here to help you, ma'm
By the way, my name's Joe'
She said 'I'm from St. Louis
And I'm only
had the swig
Of the ST, remember the time we first met her
You threw your set up now you gotta get wetter
Boom! Ping! Buck! Pow!
Now who's that
by
Stop in at the Saturday Night Fish Fry
It was rockin', it was rockin'
You never seen such scufflin' and shufflin' 'til the break of dawn
It was
She graduated from the school of arts
Now she swimming in a pool of sharks
Roughest niggas with the coolest cars
Sophomore year had a 1st minaj
Better
niggas ain't givin me that
Now he ain't thinkin 'cause I had to put a hole in his cap
Don't get it twisted by the rap homes
The way I rock homes
Stay in
the gift I'll retire when
A wack rapper's catalogue fails to set off my spider sense
Take your pick I'm Kane or Pastor Troy with the title shit
Risk
I shot dice with a preacher and drank yak with a pastor
So I see myself and I know, my own lord and master
When your ass was born it was all
the life of another girl damaged by the system
These foster homes, I run away and never do miss 'em
See, my hormones just run away and if I can get 'em
You know I'm sitting by the phone and wondering why you never call me
It's dial tones whenever I'm feeling lonely
I'm feeling phony, I double text
Cause this world is mine
Diggin' in my bag tryna calm my nerves that's bad
Sippin' whiskey hold my head dream of things I never had
Desperado on the road,
pastor listened
And up until 2016 I never questioned God
But now it's a lot more questions than I got answers for
where the iron be
Violate rights to privacy my mind is on the joy ride
Me and my boys ride, down to Kings Mill right by Troy's side
Them others follow
the Olives
She wore a tighter skirt
Than any I had seen in college
She said, "I love to smoke and drink
While cursing like a sailor"
I asked her where she
cause these
Niggas never had it
Everybody's trapped, quick to go to war
Quick to kill your ass quick to jack your car
So if you see some shit then
I
is quick to get with static
Never showin' fear cause these niggas never had it
Everybody's trapped, quick to go to war
Quick to kill your ass quick
niggas never had it
Everybody's trapped, quick to go to war
Quick to kill your ass quick to jack your car
So if you see some shit then I suggest you
a pastor
So I see myself and I know, my own lord and master
When your ass was born it was all on the own and
When it's time to die you'll be all alone so
(it's like)
I'm held hostage by the music
I hope it's something I can live through
Had a lot of s**t to get to
Got a lot of s**t to get through
Lot
bop, a Jay-Z boycott
Cause he said that he never prayed to God, he prayed to Gotti
I'm thinking godly, God guard me from the ungodly
But by my 30th
they wouldn't understand they had to see it
Started with a stone quarter brick my s**t
Was in the wrong gear I had shift my s**t
One thing about the kid
go by, so you know I meant it
In school I was so shy, timid
Two pairs of jeans I'd alternate, bummy clothes, I 'member
Beggin' my mom for K-Mart
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