Lyrics:
Boy don’t live fast take it slow
At 20 years old you think you know, but Responsibility will take it’s toll
Boy don’t let it take your soul
On the road
fuck with mark or Jacob
You gone get it how you live
I don't fuck with snakes or pigs
Cut his hand he try to take it from me
You can't get what I
a beautiful sight
Cruisin' in the Bronco on a Tuesday night
Most don't live they lives by the rules they write
Rappin' through the evenin', 'til I see
the music
Biz only without the female groupies
As soon as I sat down in the captain's
Office, his exact first words to me were
"Don't fuck with my
Staff!"
a good day
Surrounded by people that love me
Don't want nothing from me but my happiness
Off the internet, that's when I'm at my happiest
Scrolling so
well listen up
Yeah listen up
I'm a rapper from Melbourne Australia
I'm paid to party get rowdy
No one can take my thunder cause I'm from the land down
of a chain I don't feel but I see
Visions from me
At twenty three, making us free in my community
One day is what I live for
Ain't thinking about no hope
niggaz bitches all the time
Now I'm ridin on twenties wearin nice clothes
But ain't nuttin like pimpin hoes, and ridin Vogues
I live a good life, in my
get it
Had me driving benzes
I swore I was Pimpin
She was handed down to me
from my cousin Pimpin
I treated her different
Called that bitch my
bitches can’t help me they don’t fill the void
Oh nah let it go imma kick it with the boys
Police kickin doors so I’m runnin from the boys
Strong ass
breath
This is America
And Black lives don't matter
Heavenly Father
This my name Eric Gardner
A cop about to murder me
And my family is gonna miss me
and you missed the boat
Sharks in the water and I dare you to float
Tell em to sit down cuz this not a joke
Clips from Australia got them from my bloke
ridin' with us
Or gettin' rolled on
That means Detroit versus everybody
Hey Em
Let me get that instrumental, take it down to the hood
Let the little
paid
Not by financial aid, but a raid of hits
Causing me to take long trips
I'm the original teacher of this type of style
Rockin' off-beat with
Rebel, renegade, must stay paid
Not by financial aid, but a raid of hits
Causing me to take long trips
I'm the original teacher of this type of style
renegade, must stay paid
Not by financial aid, but a raid of hits
Causing me to take long trips
I'm the original teacher of this type of style
Rockin'
down, heavenly guarded by hollow tip slug
Then crack down, on wannabe thugs adapt to gat sound
And bow down, slow the fuck up, see how my foul now
Spinning on the road, spinning on the south (Aye)
I don't want shawty, all I want is mouth (Aye)
People tried to train me to let down (Nah)
Dirt on my name
When the lights shut off
And it's my turn to settle down
My main concern
Promise that you will sing about me
Promise that you will sing about me
better know me
Shape the gold teeth, CD be, bring the clip shells
And Olde E and gats, so no one gets close to me
And down to scrap, raise em from
make a brick lock
Let me tell y'all some
Buddy a nigga right, buddy a nigga really cap
I'll run through the God damn apartment
Bend the block down
you're with me we can spread a little love[03:20.49]Might even get a little help from above[03:22.82]So we can live a place that we're dreaming of with
you can't hear the silence
Even when it's there. Like the wind seen from the window,
Seeing it but not being touched by it.
*
Words sometimes
gettin' now
Roll down the window and let the beat slap Alan Wayne and Strange you can't beat that
That's what it's all about boy
Don't be hatin'
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