Lyrics:
the commas and the zeros
Theres to many thugs, Not enough heroes
Losing legends by the day, I'm stepping up to the plate
Learning game from the OG's, Should I
avenue and place,
And my homies servin' hard cause they livin by the day,
See I do it for my family and hustled by the way,
Now I'm back up
Man, ever since I came to California
I've felt so lonely even though
I stay with homies
But damn, I can't wait to get out California
Floating by my
prefer a bag of dicks sexes switch... lifes a bitch then you die fuk it stay high... brainwashed since Yay high... Now dem days pass you by... here comes
approaching,
I'll kill your lack of patience with the story of Joseph,
Kill modern pharaohs hatred with the story of Moses,
I'm nice with the triple beam, aim
tough but they don't mean things
All of my jewelry on high beam
My respect level on the high esteem
Since high school been doing my thing
Stay
of any precipice
When the Goddess deems it fair
But hanging by the moonside
And counting stars for days
Would rid me of my own pride
When I'm lost into
changed
But kept the same mind state
Since the third time that I failed 9th grade
You probably think that I'm a negative person don't be so sure of it
I
and vacuuming (yeah)
Rapping in the booth in a triple fat goose hazmat suit
Bubble wrap and a mask too and
I don't think that's what they meant by trap music
Been wylin since triple zero, my origin
Stumbling through trouble and mumbling "where the porridge is?"
I need the top peeled back like oranges
avenue and place, and my homies servin hard cause they livin by the day, see I do it for my family and hustled by the way, now I'm back up on the block ya
date
Sushi, sake, and some steaks, triple S like triple beams
She always gon' pick me, like she always gon' set a screen
I just wanna get to Aspen, so
growing teams getting bigger cream
I still go to my hood strapped wit the triple beam
You stay fighting with your chick then trying bang my line
I keep it
you I been rhymin' since
The fuckin past tense, fuck no delayin'
Or playin' taking your wing way back in the day of yo
Motherfuckin' mind
It'
a tour
And Eminem didn't put our CD in a convenience store anymore
We can still hit the streets and score
I help us finance our dreams on a triple beam
fucking green leaves
Trees I'm leaning
Keen for the evening
Yeah I'm 3 days sober feel so mediocre (woah)
Smoke a 3 leaf clover since that first October
means
Assets over liabilities
Serving these no triple beams
Ownership on some triple B
Confidence in my honesty
I don't know what the fuck you mean
I just
The jacket is custom, you seeing my name on the back
I'm running track
In love with the hustle, I double and triple a rack
I've been grinding hard since day
out with one swing
By his side he always kept the baddest bitch you ever seen
Made his first million by the age of seventeen
Running credit card scams,
Crooked police...
Triple beam dreams aint no guarantees But all I really ever wanted to be was a G...
So I bossed up, paid the cost, neva crossed up,
Cover
Cut it all make a better quota
Triple beam Making money out in Arizona
I'm the last of a dying breed
Feds lurking good luck tryna find me
Selling work
so fuck you
A time to be she said to me, I'll be there
An empty dream it seemed.
Weigh out every day on a triple beam
Acting like a fiend, when my
day, protect myself, and tote that fucking pole
I mind my business, I'm not like these niggas or these hoes
Been deceived, I know No Name'll throw them
Runnin' up and down the hallways
I been gettin' money all day
Fuck about what the law say
(Ha)
Tryna triple what the dogs made
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