Lyrics:
no problems
Gets gunned down by his son and his father
And it would've went unsolved if no one had saw it
Whole world saw it, got thrown in the closet
tongue
Lick 'em places niggas wouldn't dare put they faces (come on)
Before I die, hope I one day can float by
In the brand new tres uno ocho
Now when
tongue
Lick 'em places niggas wouldn't dare put they faces (come on)
Before I die, hope I one day can float by
In the brand new tres uno ocho
Now when
the favorite tunes
And back by the bar playing cards looking hard
Was big bad Solomon Jones
And watching over his luck
Was the love of his life
Is the lady that
just like glow in the dark get the picture
I got this shit from cook up and a digits
Heard these nigga's soft in the middle
Sharknado gelato and zittles
if you want
I get it if I want it then i put it on ain't no frontin
I gotta push it to the limit every time I'm stuntin
On these other hoes always
on that ass, that's an ass-state
Roll-roll-roll my weed on it, that's an ass tray
Say, Ye, say, Ye, don't we do this every day-day? (Huh?)
I work them
Kawhi Leonard and Paul George blew a three-one lead
And Giannis ain't deserve to be the MVP of the league
He get in the playoffs and he look JaVale
saucin', saucing it up
To a little bit of, a little bit of
Saucin, saucin, saucin' it up
To a little bit of George Michael
One day well be calling
These
highway and old George Jones
I'm glad to see he's finally getting straight
And Waylon staying home and loving Jesse more these days
And nobody wants
wall
Only difference is Chuck might give you that call
To march on Friday, yeah, it's kind of frightening
Let me move so I don't get hit by the bolt
of the
So-called radical man by 2045
Let's get radical
Let's get radical
Watch me now
Schooled in the art of digital games
When the war broke out they called your
Written by George Jones and Jack Ripley
Just a few of my favorite lies . . .
Lately I don't even miss her
Yes it's true, out of sight and out
kushin' and every day comes nothin
But stockin with sushi
It's cool you flip birds
Don't bring that shit around me
(guilt-guilty by association)
I heard
gets light
I sit around by day
Tied up in chains so tight
These crazy words of mine
So wrong they could be
What do I get out of this?
I always try,
I've been heading to the top (bitch get out my way)
And the grind don't stop, it goes day by day
Beat him up, spin his top til the block dizzy
Draco it
And I barely get to sleep these nightmares about my father
Man I got to rid this drama so I left my baby mama
Start by moving forward full steam
in mind
Break it up!
That is the destruction of the so-called radical man
By 2045
Let's get radical
Watch me now
School's in the yard,
on the free but
This some shit that I wrote, legendary like the goat
Who got game?
Giving a quarter rest while I make these quarter notes
My album, niggas
don't worry about it
Everything else you played sounded amazing"
So anyhow, I came home and I turned on the news
Angry as I always get when these
rappers, because we got a couple Porches
MTV stopped by to film our fortresses
We forget the unfortunate
Sure I ponied up a mill, but I didn't give my
'm chill
And niggas around my city respect
Me because I'm real
But still the things I see from
Day to day it irks me
When I'm off in the '79
Seville
these square motherfuckers with nerves
Sayin' they can get with us
But picture me gettin' served
My own mama say I'm thugged out
My shit be bumpin'
these square motherfuckers with nerves
Sayin' they can get with us
But picture me gettin' served
My own mama say I'm thugged out
My shit be bumpin'
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