Lyrics:
much to live for
Too long of a grind for it
Still in that Honda Accord
Niggas looking crazy
Cause they don't get it
Sacrificed for this lil 750 credit
little gun
Everytime I have to up it I don't miss none
Stop lying Not a killer don't push me
Bih I'm a G not a rookie
Too much to lose so I'm cooking
They
So much more than
What they ever could've made me
So much stronger
Than the ones who had to break me
So much more
Than the examples that they gave me
quite absurd
And you know we keep it tight, that's what they say
And when you whip it in your truck just bang this everyday
We won't stop rockin', we
put my nikes on the coffee table
Her brother came in he's into gangbangin'
Cause he walked up and said "what set you claimin"
I don't bang I write
much abuse can a nigga take
Hey yo officer you're making a big mistake
Since I had on a shirt that said I was dope
He thought I was selling base
much abuse can a nigga take
Hey yo officer you're making a big mistake
Since I had on a shirt that said I was dope
He thought I was selling base
blowing dough in crypto
Not the type to big bro, i hate it when they big bro
Time to make a change, need to rearrange this shit show
I ain't doing too much
He didn't really say too much, you know what I'm saying like
It wasn't really, you know what I'm saying like
Wh-wh-wh-what did you learn outta
Hunnid
I don't want this no I don't want that
I'm Way Too Posh
Baccarat candles Baccarat rouge
I'm Way Too Posh
Prada my frames
More drugs for my pain
Pour
PsychologicallyDisproportion
Had one too many misfortunes
Polo Horses assorted
I guess I have a assortment
Confessed to one being pregnant
She just had an abortion
Say my
the smoke
Fading these niggas they got too much hope
Fuckin with Hazza you gonna get choked
Aim at your brain I don't need no scope
I left that bitch she say
the light in the room from the T.V
We gettin' it on then I'm gone
It's the type of shit that a nigga be on
Too much on my mind right now
I'm
dreamer
If you feel me put yo hands in the sky
Yea, P-V-S glistening
Never had a pot to piss in
Too much dope for competition
Why would I want
the money my destination
Young rich nigga I’m too fly
Ran it up got the check then I flew by
Heard I was packing she could tell by my shoe size
On the way
Big bang, you my universe
Why you walking 'round
While you carrying that big thang
Shifts change
Got me laying in the forest
I'm a one man stand, you
sandwich on a hand dish
Some say his language is way too outlandish
He did his thing, spoke in a jig slang
And translate Einstein's theory of the Big Bang
wanna get my neck froze
Way they bang my line
You would think my text broke
Know they caught the vibe
Thinking nothing less oh
Real ones by my side
If a nigga got a problem, let's address it I make too much guap to be stressin
I'm 4L for my guys, no second guessin' No second guessin
And all I do
your validation
Too much of the limelight ain't good for the soul
Guess I've had
Too much, I've had
Enough of it
Searching for something sweeter
live a street life
You might be scammed by this street guys
Street life is not the key of being wise
Money is good (yeah)
But don't put too much love
buk, by popular demand
We back by popular demand, doin' it big
As big as we, can, divided we fall, united we, stand
My pockets got the green but I'm not
the hood, right where I be at
Don't go to the store, that's where they deep at
Right there by the dope, that's where I keep that
Big ol' MAC-11, knock your
and the Egyptians
Had sundials in the sand
Now we have atomic clocks
That measure the Big Bang
Still I prefer the simple way
Let's take it to the street
More walking
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