Lyrics:
I was born by the stars crystal rivers from afar I was flowing baby
And the mistakes that I made they were expensive sad to say I was just growing
You fucking with a nigga that might choke you
Wrong hood, on the walk by you get poked too
Told you, I see shit from a different angle
I'm a lowkey,
niggas bitches homie
Das why I’m by my lonely
Cus when I’m all alone
I tend to feel dem demons on me
Like why dem demons want me
Like why dese demons
check your work you tryna come for the crew
I hate the game but I gotta lotta love for it too
Y'all like who this mo'fucker yo I'm wondering too
Like ooh
sipping on success out a tall glass
Sprinter Van Goh, like i'm sitting in a art class
I've been focused on my money like a bank camera
I'm surrounded by
time for that
The air is mo clearer up here
I got to stay very aware
Dont need no convo
Dont need yo control
That dog and pony show can kiss my asshole
I
you got we all made ten thousand by the morning
What you got we all got bag we keep on scoring
Got up off our ass only commas that we sporting
First
donuts with hoe sluts that blow nuts that you don't cuff
I get mo bucks than most I ain't out chasing clout
They was holding me back like acne I'm breaking
they mouth, can't hear what they say
When they talkin' all I hear is Tonikaku Jay
By tha bay, where he stay uh
Kunoichi by tha blade uh
In tha shade
Dick'n around
And got caught wit' they pants down
Wanna press me while I'm by myself
I wun' by myself
Nigga handgun
And rounds
Shed mo' tears 'den I could
foolish On January 1st, I wrote my New Year's resolution
Fuck, can someone tell me how to focus on the music
I get money, I get bitches, I'm no novice
confused by these haters, now I see now I see)
I'm in the house about six, twist the lit
I park my V-Hic feedin my bitch
They wonder if I switched since
Fucking bullshit man, yo
You seen Andy – the fucking
Super – you seen him?
Hey Andy! How the fuck I
Always gotta come find
You man? What the fuck is
the fuck niggas you moving with
And it feel like 'em when I'm on this robbing spree I hope yo crew agree
Snatching on these simple-ass niggas claim they
to be his flunkie, so we don't kick it no mo'
Straight to the facts, nigga
I looked up to you, put that on my momma
Signed a deal with you and never
Not now, let the Don tell him
Dannny Divuchi, bring Silkk to me
Godfather, you won't regret it
Yo Don, what up with this visit to
Okay mayn, have
what you sayin & tha way you sayin' words
Yeah I got money & all dawg, but look I'd rather spend yerns
You this No limit shit dawg, we bounded by blood
talkin bout?
Yeah
If y'all think I'm goin back to that muthafucka, you're crazy
Muthafuckas
[ VERSE 1: W.C. ]
It all started on a Saturday night, yo, I was
Nada, Franchise
Nada, Shotcallers
Yeah, Sporty Thievz, Sporty Thievz
Uh huh, Nada
A Pigeon is a girl who be walkin' by
My rimmed up blue, brand new
got my shit in time
Pay me in blood gave my dog the green light
Knew it was on when I shrugged (Go ahead)
No money in yo pocket
But you always in
Fuckin' Deck
Lend Me Your Ear Because
The Southside Finna Wreck
Pop in your Grey Cassette
Turn up your fuckin' deck
Lend me yo ear cause Trae Tha Truth
Is
to,
But it don't mean nothing when a nigga money low,
Niggas will shoot you in the back and cut yo fucking throat like rich and alpoe.
Now its hard
tacos they'll make you fart
******[chingo bling]
Una orden de taco
And a nalga de j-lo
We can have it my spot
You got tha money to say so
Pull up to tha
muthafucka this physics.
This the dead and living mufucka this kismet.
Niggas trying to bottle black power by the business.
Bless the baby bathed in gun
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