Lyrics:
Suprise dialated eyes, party over
Time to leave cause I'm comin down my high
baby
[Chorus: OFI]
This the kinda of shit
Tthat you bump to get drunk
Meazy, whatup
48, Alize, whatup
JB Jakes, 2 Times
[Hook - Faheim]
When I roll up low in that new wide body, please don't hate
Walk through the door,
in these fields (green haze)
Over them phones, stay brief
Them shit's be tapped for real (huuhh)
Im in these streets so deep
Watch my back for real
Working over time for underpayments
I know the graft could put me up the gradient
With a little patience, and a bit of radiance
I know it's hard when your
don't watch the time
I take you down a notch, because the night is mine
You can go, go hard... or you can go, go home
So before the night's gone, turn
stronger
It's the hard times make you wise
It's the sweet things only time brings
That arrive like a blessing in disguise
Clouds roll by and bring the rain
one time so keep in mind:
Life is like running on ice
It's like roll the dice
If you don't like prison, fool
You'd better be nice
I'm sending this
me from behind
every time I decide to sign on the dotted line
without a product
there ain't no sales
if money is divine
then I'm the holy grail
Working hard to support the scene
Sharing goals to show our pride
The hardships, battles that we fought
The times we've shared the pain
For the friendships
you seen it before
The names of good women and men
Decreed by the sword and the pen
To be outlaws all over again.
The names in the churchyard are long
My first time outta the gate, we back on that Pharaoh shit
Zilla in the mix with a deadly pause in his arrow tip
Rock spots, wielding machete
[Intro]
You know..
This is so hard for me to do
But just thinking about you hurts me inside
You were so special to me baby
But i gotta tell you...
arms restin
On two breasts, we by the pound when it comes time for sessions
Morgan Cannon suits, cold hard boots
Crazy loot, rollin in Acura coupes
to me
Is it so hard to just say it
I give up I give in
So hold on to what you never had
Holding on by the blindfolds we hide behind
We are all just
could tell you 'bout the
Times it was just Dallas
But it changed when I worked hard
Now I put in 3 goals by the first half
Coming heavy right now
It's
[ VERSE 1 ]
South Central
The home of true gangstas
Down for all when I proachin by a stranger
we chill although my girl gets mad at me
She has
you
Time stands still and you try to think it over
And thought it hurts you try to open up your eyes
Can you feel me I am kicking Im alive
I'm alive
you
Time stands still and you try to think it over
And thought it hurts you try to open up your eyes
Can you feel me I am kicking Im alive
I'm alive
out
I was fuckin on yo bitch I hit the Jackpot
Yeah she snuck through the back for them backshots
If we get Pulled over ima stash the Glock
Know it get
[Dirty Money]
So hard to breathe this air that we call love,
aint nothing worse than the hurt we receive from love,
when you get hurt by the one you
song
One time equals three, Bubba Black be home
Matter fact, I'm on, whoever want it, come on
Come on, come on baby let's see bone tone
Bootleg, ya
to do
It's way too much for me and you
Distance will just have to do
I don't regret my time with you
We just be breaking up to make up yea
And you hate
See how we have come to this
Through closed eyes the day goes by
The leaves have turned
What a wonderful sight I have missed
What would it be like
real bad demons tryna ruin my life
Got too much to put on my line but I still get by myself all times
Ain't nothing new in the studio tryna get over you
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