Lyrics:
the wind
It’s a respect and tribute to them
Those who laced up a pair of boots
And stood there with their troops
They were kids when they first started
Grew
Versace belt
Jacket dinem
Shoes laced
Kill em
Shotta flow
Drill em
Way you make it
Lately make me
Big face
Benj em
Money on em
Get em
Two bars
Switch
to leave the hard life,
And when I think about the times we've had,
I remember good as well as the bad..
I can hear the sounds of laughter,
But they laced
Satin ribbon laced up neat
Facin the hate of eves
Complacently wait on ease
(Aaaahhh)
So why we in a marathon
Just laced up all my Nikes need
Fuck a clout chase
That route’s laced
With a bunch of fakes
Fronting click bait
Trying to go viral what does it take
Nipple campaign, camel toe, ass
swear the shit was laced
I can't even feel my face
Can you feel the drugs tonight
I got percs on the way
Smoke an eighth to the face
Man I swear the shit
wasted
Yeah she laced it, she can taste it
Old phone with a new hoe and my main bitch
I'm nameless but her best friend think i'm famous
Starstruck, that
The parts of me you laced with shame
That I folded away
That's on me
I was young I was passive
Here's the part where I take back myself
No more wading through
laced
If I get a bag today
My family playing the patty cake
I cannot see them with the saddest face
Last year was in my most saddest place
Give thanks
And talking with haste
I'll be the ace
My shoes are laced
It's an easy race
And I'll take first place
No time to waste
I'm no disgrace
I'm tryna change
ballin’, get it laced up
Every day, rollin’ down the freeway
It’s a vibe, I’m the guy, won’t you roll up by my side, yeah
Won’t you put a little love into my
Fake drugs this shit is laced
More paper another city
On the road
Now it's time to ball
She wildin' actin like a clown
Fake drugs this shit is
Bad thing on my cellular
Cash deposit no credit bru
Coupe fast and I'm headed up
Balenciagas no laced up
Gassed up in the space bru
Ballin' harder
A message to the unknown
A message laced in gold
Little do they know their fates unfold
A message to the unknown
A message laced in gold
Little do
on gold
86 Corvette laced with blow
Oldsmobiles and Carlos Cameros
Oldsmobiles and Carlos Cameros
Dont forget the regal with the 4's
SS's tippin they
Cause she's my favorite gurl
I keep her laced so properly
And yet I let her push the ride
Cause she ride for me
My lady I-I love her
I be textin her early
Laced with all my enemies
I can't take my time no
You can't take the night so why are you
Damaging whats meant to be
Slowly ill believe
What never
on gold
86 Corvette laced with blow
Oldsmobiles and Carlos Cameros
Oldsmobiles and Carlos Cameros
Dont forget the regal with the 4's
SS's tippin they
a gold laced alley cat
And you know I want her bad
Black and white car
Parked close to the wharf
Looking out so far
To the salt water floor
Skimming rocks
bought a lie but
You bought a lie but you sold your soul
Blood spilla
Reaper ride with ya
Dream killa
Gotta death laced rilla (Ay)
Blood spilla
Reaper
Strange lights, daylight, face like, ugh
Face fucked, laced up, take it, up
Moonlight, me and you tonight, so let’s make it, us
Make out, laid out,
hay everyday we rolling
Keep keep it laced in a blunt paper or a paper plane
Rolling hay everyday we rolling hay
Rolling hay only way to catch a fade
All for my brothers I'm catching that case
Nigga don't be laced
Niggas be frail go lift some weights
Oh that nigga trick catch him on dates
Send him
never at my domain
Look me laced up in these Balmains
Bitch I do this shit like all day
You ain't mean it but you all say it
Got it out da pissy hallways
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