Lyrics:
been the same
I've learned to live by hate and pain
It's my inspiration drive
I've learned more than you'll ever know
Even at school I felt quite sure
Every time I stop, hoes like look at him
Every car I drive, niggas want one of them
They pointin', they pointin'
They like damn
They pointin', they
crowdin' me in
You gonna be the first to go
So you just drive on like there ain't nothin' happenin'"
That's what he told me, he wouldn't even let me look
Nickel start it and I'll finish it yeah
Shoot a movie I cop a pseudonym yeah
Hustle by the night like I'm a immigrant
If that lil homie try me then I'll
it's bout business hit my Motorola
I'm a master with this music MC Yoda
Murder mitten baby we do drive bys in a scat
I be sittin' funny cuz my pockets
It is normal that I can't hear myself, right?
(Yeah) okay
(C'est la vie)
(Mm-mm)
Lookin' up, yeah, at the sky
Ain't a cloud rollin' by
Look
(I got to hold it by my side)
Grown accustomed to her looks
(I wanna be, be your ornament)
Grown accustomed to her trace
('Cause I love you, baby,
(I got to hold it by my side)
Grown accustomed to her looks
(I wanna be, be your ornament)
Grown accustomed to her trace
('Cause I love you, baby,
crowdin' me in
You gonna be the first to go
So you just drive on like there ain't nothin' happenin'"
That's what he told me, he wouldn't even let me look
Addicted to Crys hooked on Don
15 G's hookers on
Ma, I wanna see how you look in thongs
Hustlin, guys that send Po's
Cause I chop rocks the size of mentos
suppose this is example of relativity
Relativity is the reason why when I drive the car
It's like a speed trial at Indianapolis
And when he drives
Yo, Wiley, Conor Maynard, Animal
Can't believe my eyes, yeah, she's winning
She's another one of them beautiful women
Take a look like ten, ten,
frantic
Their boiler rooms look like eight Channing Tatum's and a Peyton Manning
And they all been married
They celebrate anniversaries and nurseries
'Cause the truth is behind me there's not much, to give up, I like simple, not complicated
Chorus:
('Cause) I'm a small town kid, driven by rock
at MacDonald's or just slang them ki's
Or you can be like me and go straight legit
Drive a brand new Benz and they can't say shit
[Chorus]
Partners in your
fight will have to stop.
I'd like to know what the scrap is all about".
They said, "When we tell you,
It will drive you nutty too."
And so they held
just drive
In the backseat of a rental
With windows down and your hair blowing
And You know that I like it when your friends come
Could you bring some
a hundred and twenty
Look, here man no hands
I got up enough nerve to raise up and look
And by now there couldn't be no surprise
But his hair was blowing all
She doesn't dare go in the place with those bruises on her face
So she goes through the drive-thru and keeps her sunglasses on
She didn't know when
and Roll.
If you really want to know what drives her wild, C-O-U-N-T-R-Y
You might not know it by the way we talk,
We might not show it by the way we
Ya thinkin' 'bout callin' in sick
Or just blowin' off work
And drive right by that exit sign
Where I punch the clock from 9 to 5
I'll roll
Baby you look fine, I want you to be mine
Baby you look fine, I want you, you gotta be mine
Miss World, me a eyes you for a long time
It seems like
what we do
First I take you out, then you turn around
Then you back it up, ooh yeah, like we had our own fast lane
So I take you home, drive you
on the TV
And that's about the time she walked away from me
Nobody likes you when you're twenty-three
And are still more amused by TV shows
What
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