Lyrics:
out the door to play them on a stage
But I sing to you
I picture you
When we first met, you were twenty-two
I drove my truck onto the ferry
I don't worry i tell ya
Im a man who believes
That i died 20 years ago
And i live like a man
Who is dead already
I have no fear what so ever
sometimes I roll undercover
I'm from the City of Syrup, where young G's slang birds
Looking good by the herds, full of that endo herb
Nothing less, Down
sometimes I roll undercover
I'm from the City of Syrup, where young G's slang birds
Looking good by the herds, full of that endo herb
Nothing less, Down
hair so much I feel like it's twenty two
I gotta control myself round gyal or she'll get in a moody moody mood!
If her heart get bruck up, the city boys
saw the glimpse and I caught it and I got with you
Back at you with half a crew, it's absolute
You thinking I won't come back without a slap or two
good like fruit mold
You did wrong and it Came bac
Like ten times twenty two folds
(Hook) (Sai)
Stunt gang
Stunt gang
run things
Run things
He tells me to believe in Jesus
And steals the money from my hand
Some say he was a good man
But Lord I think he sinned, yeah
Twenty-two years
G A7sus4 D
But to sit on the porch and shoot at the signs with a beer and a twenty- two
G
the verse back and it indents
So now I'm chased by this run-on sentence
I ran so fast I leaped from the page that's when the paper split
Then I closed my
loud we's addicted to money like two fingers tapping
On wherever there's a vein
And believe me, yeah we proud 'cause life is getting sicker by the day
the heartbreak dreamers gonna be alright
Everybody sing
And I was turning twenty five in a city that don't sleep
Was feeling only half alive to the dreams
on the block slangin amphetamines
I'm thinkin about my ghetto dreams on a triple beam
Ain't no, turnin back I'm way too deep
I got prices on my head by niggaz
blues brother
The vibe is Cuba
Give twenties and couple of wise words to the kids
I'm an example to them, stay in school learn buiss'
Tell 'em,
awards, that's not what I look towards
I don't want a reward for any song I record
I ain't gotta look back to know that I'm movin' forward
I ain't tryna
of this drug ring, just waitin to be crowned
You havin money by the ton, I got thousands by the pound
And the urge to splurge for all you niggaz want
Champagne room just for private massages
Half a million dollars In condo garages
Fresh off probation I’m back to riding wit hammers on me
I look good wit
got the flow, I got that sound
I am a king, I got my crown
2k20 all in now
Behind my back they talking down
But with my life I make em frown
Use
let's see who,
One twenty-two I softly worried not saying a word to the driver.
Just sing your favorite verse out of key,
I still think it sounds so
as good as u
I wanna be blessed like my daddy
(Rap by P-Nut)
So many nights, me and moms kickin' conversation
Growin' pains and peer pressure is what I'm
Talked back to my mother she smacked me across the head
Got belted by mean old father 'til my butt turned red
But Christmas time's upon us and Santa will
heart torn out by somebody you thought was a friend/
And now your trust is worn down or bought to an end/
No pardons can mend it, when you're darkened
could be two in the night
On hind sight
You can call whenever you like
Shit, momma, you're all
The frak I need,
I'm gonna bring the
Alcohol
cars, then I’m a rover, you’re a rover 2.0
Ayo, they copy ya style
Niggas copied my style ?
These pussy’s dick-eating, I ain’t have no sex in a while
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