Lyrics:
hard to keep sober I'm over, all of the bullshit, so many faking I'm just trying to make it
All of this shit that I been through is crazy
Make me wanna
somethin just wasn't right
It's my girl Kandi from out in Miami
Tellin' me that my man with some bitch in a Camry
Car seat in the back like he started
never been no gangsta
But I know niggas
Know niggas from the darkside
There's some cold killas, cold killas
(My man, he used to tell me)
"My nigga, you
Oh and by the way, I did it all wearing crocs
But Alex man, your brother isn't proud
I know that he is, I ain't listening to this crowd
None of this
your name
And by the smile
That's on your face
I see you feel the same
So can I talk to you and
Maybe after school
I could walk you home
If
man
You is not cut from this cloth, get a laundromat
That is the only time you get a clothing line
You be hoping that this shit work out overnight
I
the Lord is.
That’s why I pray every day, Cause I just sinned before this.
I’m really big on respect and just know I demand it.
You give me anything less you
kill'em all full of tears?
Is my mind playin tricks on me is that man in dat trench
coat after me, I wake
up with my sheet soaked half a sleep,
hearin
the whip
Boy you know we Finna hoe
Your ass
Met her on that pole
Tell shawty do that polish dance
Said she got a man, it don't matter, I Don't know his ass
I've seen from where I'm from
By any girl ever, anywhere I might have gone
I only have eyes for you, that's why I wrote this song
Life's changing
Yankee in the Red Sox pit
But now that I'm a grown man
I battle sin, watch me kick it in the chin like Zohan
Said goodbye to my old ways, my old man
we will stay
If life is good and gold or if tears fall down our face
Hand in hand, we can stand and face it all
You're my heart and I'm your man
don’t see the difference with the man who sells dope
Black comedy is the vibe that we’re on
Laugh at it clap back at it still it goes on
This is Seoul
intoxicant of love
If in your childhood you got none and you're angry
I apologize that life is shitty sometimes
But it happened to me, too
So the secret
Im thankful, im patient, abrasive, contagious (Blessed)
Everything that im sayin is backed by payment
No gamin
Im playin shows without placements
You
to stop it"
Punk bootleggers man they fuckin' off my profit
Dip up in the club and she eye ballin' me
Remind me of the breezy from Terminator III
Thinkin'
a day so just pass it by
Don't be tryna pin us out of context, man
I don't wanna win if it's a contest, man
Just surviving Auckland is a complex, damn
my broad ass and she moved back home
Came in one night, I was buzzin'
Bitch tried to front me for fuckin' her cousin
She started yellin', man
My baby said she don't want to see my face
She kicked me right on out of her place
Now I'm back with the band and my girl is long gone
She broke
real bullshit, politely tell you to beat it
Fuck that, get your own nigga, don't ask me for shit
That's what I did, now they all askin' for hits
Nigga
real bullshit, politely tell you to beat it
Fuck that, get your own nigga, don't ask me for shit
That's what I did, now they all askin' for hits
Nigga
That's all I got to say man
Don't let these tears fool you
It's all dog around this mug
Okay
The work is light and the bag is heavy
And everything is
tell you what I see
I see a man in the mirror who has everything
Looking back at me
Yes, I realize that since I found you, girl
I'm the luckiest man in
but your girl
Is choking on a dick woo! Sorry about that
Let me bring it back
Can you feel it, god damn, god damn
I could go on for days and days
Never
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