Lyrics:
Watching over me through every murder scene
From adolescence, to my early teens, thought we was gonna die
Selling dope to all the fiends, at times I want
Free the real that's locked behind the gates
'Member when I used to flip a 8th
Make the 7th money by the 8th
All this ice and I don't even skate
Big
Here we go again money on our minds
Put ya hands up homie this is a stick up
Every days a struggle and I ain't about to give up
I'm plotting
Tired every fucking second
Smoke session live resin 4:20/7
27 tryna reach an empty heaven
can live the 60's dream
4AM in the streets smoking weed drinking tea
4AM in the streets smoking weed drinking tea
4AM in the streets smoking weed
street and past your gate
I stand by the light of the four way
And watch them as they fall, oh baby
They all having their heart attacks
They stay
my team
Right now, everybody wanna be outside
Every day, I been chase my motherfucking dream
Wu-Tang clan, yeah, I gotta get cream
Go number one,
man, I gotta flow
I just wrote both sides, fuck a 9 to 4
Writing, note my life, and I lost my soul
Now put your hands up high if you wanna go
This is so
as good as gone
The dream was always caught by the page we just putting it off
And now we put it on
And now we put it on
And now we put it on
And now we
bit of passion as you grow through every stage
You get complicit, and got responsibilities now
But lemme bout the dreams I used to have as a child
I
street and past your gate
I stand by the light of the four way
And watch them as they fall, oh baby
They all having their heart attacks
They stay
known at the time for hits from Lisa Lisa and Cult Jam and they had this massive hit by the Backstreet Boys, All I Have To Give. Every so often I rip him
tight its blazing
A nigga squeezed hayz in
got 'em geezing for a runner
Then the plot thickens
On point like Rod Strickland
Clocks ticking
Makes
stimmi off the Remi
A semi bloodshot eye, donkey dick of nuts
Every cut, I split and try and felt the guts (what?)
Nigga what, earthquakin speech, woofer
hitter
No real nigga
I'm talm 'bout like, a nigga that really got a sack though
I'm talm 'bout like bein' cuffed by the boss and not the runner
So I asked her if she'd mind could we share a little time
Told me that would be just fine
Couldn't believe I had her by my side
Who'd ever thought
Every time I contemplate
My my mind rewind, like this tape
Trying to get more time on my plate
What a waste chasing my old ways
What a waste chasing
Y'know, these days, I really feel like a...
Made man,I know exactly who I am/ In almost every regard, and I don't think you understand what I really
chilling by myself hanging with my jewelry (Woo)
I be going 101 on Loop 101
Shawty want to fuck with a Champion I ain't no runner up
I'm a run my digits up,
beauty
In your ways
Tell me who your broken by
Tell me why you hate
Every single inch of skin
Every single frame
Every single wrinkle
And every single
From city to city, state to state
Wherever our dreams go
We shall follow
You will never know cause when you grow
You'll most likely be
cream
Hop in the 4 door ute but the boys dont shoot
Cause they know we chasin that dream
We got ahkis flippin them packs
We got runners if they need laps
shot, you couldn't shot there
Said she can't stand me, someone tell her cop chairs
And how much Dior runners I got that I do not wear
Colombia's down
stomach
Got the trap house jumpin'
He a crash, he don't want it
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'ma pass, I don't want it
Bitch got gas, she a runner (yeah)
Do
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