Lyrics:
Give me some arcade yo
Give me some arcade yo
Get in the car
You be stopped by the old buckets
I got my arcade go
I drive right to this car
Drive right
and gettin' to the money, so why should it change
They said id been the man since the boy was a kid, came out the womb, just showin' my skills
I do not fuck
G's in PA
G's from the city
G's from the South so real
Hol up,
You know what it is
Four fours and I'm poked out
Old school, with them spokes out
Ion
nigga mad that his bitch is a whore
Run up the cheese for the guys, I'm not changin'
Benjamin never get old, he not agin' (He not agin')
Fuck niggas
admit that others won't
I treat a good girl like she a hoe
To protect her I would rather be alone
All that back and forth be getting old
Day by day I
Now I'm hearin' cars zoomin' by
When I'm changing a tire
As a kid, they would always tell me what
To fuckin' do
As an adult (what do they say man)
They
all we do is just die?
We Robbin' up the plug for his supply
She know I'm high
She know I'm just trying get by
Leave me in swamp and decompose
And burn
out by the tens
It cannot die down, we just gotta play to the end
I go to war with a semi, a switchy will turn it glitchy
Blood can envy, blood spilling
that weed
Now Im feeling better right back to this cheddar
I know a boujie bitch that smoke yo weed fuck you for the free
Got a fine bitch work at foot
the troopers
I'm the greatest at it we the future
Send a wagon for her not a Uber
Your old niggas was a loser
Got him feeling dummy looking stupid ah stupid ah
Trade up kit
Preparing for this day homie listen Chip
Bro you gotta wait me climb up hill
Hodling coins money doesn’t feel
Boys from my back they
tell you that we blood connected
Tired of reaching out favor and exchanged
We too old to be playing games
Growing up we was one in the same
I wear my
round
Old folks judge you by the clothes you wear
They'd swear you're a hippy if you have long hair
Young politicians fight for poverty
While people
round
Old folks judge you by the clothes you wear
They'd swear you're a hippy if you have long hair
Young politicians fight for poverty
While people
mom askin for money and you askin for nothing
every day I told ya one day ima make
it and if I never told you really appreciate ya if I never told
ya I
and every
Young brother sells coke
And if not they affiliated with the game
It ain’t like the old days
In ’93 thangs changed
A young brotha might blast ya if
you
O-L-D school, kicking game since pre-school
Down in Miami South Beach by the pool
Where the girls girls be driving 'em wild
I tell ya one more time
Road you gotta take me home
I drive by the homeless sleeping on a cold dark street
Like bodies in an open grave
Underneath the broken old neon sign
thanks to you, my homeys sayin thanks to you too
but that was yesterday, today is up for grabs
stomach hurtin like it took a gang of jabs
I need the scoop,
in this fast life
Aggravated thoughts got my bound by my past times
Mama cried, we try, every day spend gettin high
Money, bitches and jewels until we
da glug down liquor
Life goes on for all the day trippers
Starts off small but it's gonna get bigger
By the end of this letter it may all be better
Mm Mm
Well I seen you out messin',
You been gone for a week
Your old lady gonna cut you man,
And bust you in the cheek
Her veins are stickin'
everything you wanted to
I bought you Britney and Limp Bizkit too
You sold them back
For money that I blew
Girl, you know that it's true
I gave my
Slow down lately lives are moving too fast
Put your money down and we'll make it last
By dawn we'll be out of here.
The marching band play for
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